Whatever I am in your eyes
A fool, a terrorist or a saint
In my eyes you are the same
I am terrified too by your words
They are so blunt, they are so sharp
They contain so much intensified hate
So much bias and prejudice you spread
The love of lakes and the rivulets
In fear they all silently went dry
In those words so much ill you told
So much falsehood in the soil of humanity you grown
The mother of truth refused to give her breast
To the children of your twisted lies
Whatever I am in your eyes
A saint, a terrorist or a poet
In my eyes you are the same
In your high pitched and well tuned songs
So much grudge and so much phobia you hold
So much jealousy and heart burn you shown
Really, really I am afraid of you
And in great fear the atmosphere is heavy
By my throat I am chocked
As water of this earth silently went dry.
A fool, a terrorist or a saint
In my eyes you are the same
I am terrified too by your words
They are so blunt, they are so sharp
They contain so much intensified hate
So much bias and prejudice you spread
The love of lakes and the rivulets
In fear they all silently went dry
In those words so much ill you told
So much falsehood in the soil of humanity you grown
The mother of truth refused to give her breast
To the children of your twisted lies
Whatever I am in your eyes
A saint, a terrorist or a poet
In my eyes you are the same
In your high pitched and well tuned songs
So much grudge and so much phobia you hold
So much jealousy and heart burn you shown
Really, really I am afraid of you
And in great fear the atmosphere is heavy
By my throat I am chocked
As water of this earth silently went dry.
