Piling up competitions,
beating down authenticity
Filtering negativity,
pleasing the eyes of strangers
It’s the new era my friends, fame on names becomes fuels
Curated bliss is the new gold medal, it’s the world’s medical to oblivion
Precious face will save your soul, knowledge will break your home
A trophy of greed speaks for winners, ‘just enough’ marks you a loser
Bursting check’s numbers to buy peace, justice is done for green
Freedom is an excuse to bully, wealthiness is a gift of killing
Acceptable lives in grey, races and skin colors tell who’s sane
Being the ‘same’ is your survival pill, majority is our society
Always there’s a storm coming, so blame it on god’s name
Your pain is too mundane,
carry it onto your last game
It’s the new era my friends
Everyday is your war.
Jidapachu
© Jidapa Chang-in
