We fight for
Food

We fight for
Justice

We fight for
Everything

Do we really
fight with us

The inner
distracted
clumsy
confused
state of
Mind

Which always
has no clarity

Which always
has no perfect
understanding

of what we are
What we meant for

May be try to
find it out

Not really,
at the end of
the day
we all give up

When
Someone asks
Me
Who are you?

This guy
With some
Mass
Having
Senses

Called as
Human

Is that me?

May be
Not

I am something
Which I cannot

Interprete

I know what
I am

But, really
I cannot
Feel
What I am?

I am filled
With me

But, I am
Empty
Within me

This emptiness
Came because of
My lack of
Knowing
What really
I am? ...

All I want for Christmas
is some food to eat.
Oh what a treat
to have some meat.

All I want for Christmas
is clean water to drink,
stuff that doesn't stink,
that would be cool I think.

All I want for Christmas
is the bombs to stop,
no more to drop.
That would be the top.

All I want for Christmas
is for our food to grow,
the plants we sow
now that would be a show.

All I want for Christmas
is to be free to learn.
Not to be a germ
because I want to learn.

All I want for Christmas
is some medication.
and some dedication
from the United Nation.

All I want for Christmas
is to grow up strong.
Am I so wrong
wanting to belong.

All I want for Christmas
is some equal rights
and somewhere to sleep
through the coldest nights.

All I want for Christmas
is to earn a crust.
With employers
that we can really trust.

All I want for Christmas
is a chance at life
for a man and wife
not to live in strife.

All I want for Christmas
is oh so far away
and on this day
this is what I pray.

It is easy to escape

From being

What we actually

Are

But,
One day

You will

Bounce back to

What you really

Deserved to be