The times call for grit and toughness
Of that,there is enough awareness
But where is the love,where do i find tenderness?
Feel done in by fate
Scarred, cynical and coarse, ain't we mate?
Gentle and kind, we shall be
May be it ain't too late!
Times compel us to be rude
So we would love to think, right dude?
Let us fall in line
Have ourselves redefine
Refine!
Fortune and fame
Walk around on legs, lame
Try trust and faith
Believe me, they ain't too tame.
Flaunting them shall be no shame.
Greed for power
Everything fair for vanity
Nudge, jostle, shove and push
All for popularity
How about virtues, dated though
Of integrity and purity.
Tried to look for them in me,
Found the coffers empty, mate
Hence
I have been shopping of late
Came back with an empty slate
Endless seems my wait
Walk in, as i await
Loaded with the traits
Who shall enter through the gates?
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