Death to Denham’s Dentifrice

When the songs regain their meanings
Will I again have the strength to run?

This came to my mind when I was feeling
That everyday I was getting more numb

I can’t name if its kind of a therapy or a trauma
And don’t know if I should take pride

Don’t know if i’m turning more dazed
Or if my sense of smell is gone?
Is it all my fault?

Even if its
It’s okay to have regrets, or else how would you be the person who you are today?
Will you let yourself breathe?

My feet aren’t touching the ground again
While I am trying to decide

If all of these are happening for a cause
Or will I drown under this tide?

But no! I’m sure that you won’t take me
Your guns won’t be enough

Without a cell big enough to hold my spirit
Where will you run and hide
When my chains break & rot?

I know it is
Wearying to be yourself with a genocide on our streets
But we all should learn from the still clenched fists buried underneath

What’s a life to live if there is nothing that you can die for?
What’s the point of fear if they took your home?
What’s a life to give when there is nothing left to live for?
How can you run from your own?

Somehow you proved myself to me again
That I will never be done

Maybe not born of, but raised by you as a taboo
I don’t owe shit to no one!

Yeah I’m free, like I’ll always be
Fierce, potent and consciously

The parvenu middle class and the bourgeoisie
We’re fueled by hopes and dreams
But your militias run with money

But it all has an end
Like our lives. But I have pride in that I won't die in vain
Because I didn’t and won’t let any god to put a name in my pain

What’s a life to live if there is nothing that you can die for?
What’s the point of fear if they took your home?
What’s a life to give when there is nothing left to live for?
How far can you run from your
Own light which shines upon
The tombs of Abdul Halik Hazara and Bresci