Corporate Sellout

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.