And when the clock chimes nine
you should have fallen in line
for who you are but, slave
selling their soul for each dime
When the readings been done
and you have been measured & checked.
you are ready then,
to sell yourself to the highest bidder present.
They inspect you, check you,
Tested OK, you are stamped
and for the eyes of this blind world
you are presented with a smile.
The smiles been pasted,
now it’s a part of you.
Look back at your free self ten years back
even he is mocking at you.
What went wrong, where did you die?
filling up few yellow parchments called appraisal
with pretty ratings, becoming a "YES" man
you took your own life?
And then unfortunate, disillusioned you
make remarks on the business those women do,
branding them dirty, calling them whore
but slave, who are you ?
while they feed themselves by selling their bodies at
night
you are doing the same with your souls the entire life.
