They say I look sad.
They say I am mad.
They say I'm pretty.
Especially when I'm witty.
They say many things
They've done so forever.
Sometimes against me.
Sometimes in my favour.
But will they help me move the rock?
Can they support and not mock?
Can they be trusted to help,
When the the sea throws me, off the dock?
They are guided by directions,
They themselves don't understand
They just follow a singing bird
Until it flies over their land.
They've never really loved the bird.
Will not cry when its shot dead.
By a reckless wandering hunter
whose random bullet goes through its head.
They will find a new icon.
This time an animal,who knows.
And watch on, enraptured.
As it battles with its foes.
So why rely on the word,
of this moving wind
one day its with you,
The next, it cuts your wings.
They have an opinion on every news.
They can clap, or abuse.
You can be a king,or a recluse.
They don't bother if they burn your skin.
As they banish you away from your kin.
They don't mind if it kills your soul,
When they serve you hatred on a bowl.
So why bother,about what they say.
Their God changes everyday.
Today they hail you as their king.
Tomorrow they will deny your very being.
Care for people,
Only those who care for you.
Only those who will never forget.
The friend they found in you.
Or the perfect child you have been.
A better kin is yet unseen.
A better partner does not exist.
They pray for your health,they insist.
They who have made us what we are.
Are the only ones who have affected me, by far.
The rest of the tide,I don't ask for.
I do not bother with folklore.
