This tree lived longer than me ,
Had seen much more than what I see.
Each leaf falling down ,
Reaching gracefully on the ground ,
To be crushed down by a shoe .
Many life ends , for the survival of few .

Farmers worked endlessly ,
Did their work daily ,
Fruits ripened , grains ready ,
To become delicacy of wealthy ,
But the poor cannot afford even a stew .
Many lives' hardwork,for the luxury of few .

Hypnotized by honeyed words ,
Playing their best cards ,
Twisting truths and spouting lies ,
Do not care ,who hurts and who dies .
Today's leaders , who knew
Exploiting many ,for the intention of few .

Hatred , a new age virus , dangerous disease ,
Spreading terror and hate ,damage and distress .
Offended by the smallest existence ,
Resorting to cure it by violence ,
Firing away whoever come between in view ,
Many kill , many die, for the convenience of few .