We are victims,
Yeah, Inhabitants of a dystopia,
Where we searched diligently for
But found none.
Where We are forced to lie in bed of
And mandated to wake like
Where We get nothing but metal
But instructed never to see a dentist.
Here where We are expected to fly,
With the archaic broken wings given
Where we are offered tattered
To chase our dreams.
We toiled, we cried, we prayed, we
We even threw wishes into the cold
air of twilight.
We blazed trails through thick
We sailed through stormy weathers,
Yet our journey still continues.
Our excruciating journey,
To a land which we know nothing of,
A land we wish would be hospitable,
A Land we hope to be rich with
A land Devoid of cries, pains and
Yeah, that type of land we visited
many a times,
In our ephemeral fantasies.