Akhand Singh

All the way up to the mountain we climb

Dragging ourselves over the sticks and stones of time

Bleeding blue and red, the song that still rhymes

Is willing to live an open and adaptable life is a crime?

Where are the virtue and self-righteousness?

The bars of right and wrong are just imposing this tiredness

We were born free into slavery

And we were raised to be slaughtered yet show commendable bravery

Sometimes I don’t want that, I want a peaceful life

Live with honesty and heart, survive and come home to my wife

Is that too much to ask?

Father, I have given everything for all your tasks

For once let there be peace

No more war and no more hypocrisies