Fit In
*This is my tribute to Objectivism*
What are you, if not a freak?
A faint red in midst of grey haze
A square peg in a round hole
A four fingered glove for five digits
You are a freak. You stand apart
A blemish on a perfectly plastic face
An earthworm in a pile of snakes
A maple leaf on a palm tree
Why don’t you change yourself and try to fit in?
The world doesnt need the likes of you,
We do not want pandemonium that you bring
With every breath that escapes your foolish head.
Be reasonable, rationality was never for you
Or us for that matter, don’t spread the disease
Go sit in some corner and be quiet, reflect -
On things your father taught you all life.
Do you not want to be in the good books
Of all those who lovingly made rules?
Let me not see you with another sword
Or even a pen, you stubborn child.
Don’t try to make yourself heard, you would not be.
These walls we have made thicker than our skins.
The noise you make will be contained, we assure
So give up silly soldier and go home - Fit in.
We are bigger than what you thought us
We will forget you, but we never forgive
For you raised your voice in a silence
That has been kindled through centuries
Someday you will be brought to justice
For stirring a ruckus, as many who tried before
Silence will be restored and the red be erased
Grey haze is what will forever remain.
- Neha
Madhavi says:
Woman! you touched a chord there!…quite *liiiiike* this one!
Most of us are outcasts! some of us dont wanna accept…some of us arent accepted!
January 6th, 2007 at 09:20 am
Anonymous says:
Well done!
January 7th, 2007 at 09:33 pm