Pasted Down Since Preschool Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

We don't remember when we sat last to us
We don't recall when did we listen to ourselves
And preliminarily we were made drunk
Of something that the wicked layer stood on
And became someone else;
That being lasted till till we received language
and with it came the imposed trends
And strange becoming was installed
Go for graduation there; color it light
Yeah, a step is ahead. You go for Phd now
And you, you come and control this market
Your mind is blessed with business
Done your assignment? All okay for tomorrow?
Take it easy. But listen, go sleep before 12
Wake up, wake up baby, it's 7 a.m
So you're back from college?
Okay go play. But play this game not that one
With this kit.
Off. Change the channel
Dirty asses are being aired
Mullah's marginalizing the humanity
Wait, General is addressing. Click to it, right.
This one. Yes, hold to it.
Look, that area is ours. Go but don't cross it.
And you, you don't go to that seaside
The hills are scarier
Yeah, go there but when you're on your own
Wtf!
Finally I can go there.
I'm of me now
Haha, I can penetrate it
Wait, double it. Your kid's crying
Constant order never stops cutting
Sold out to sullen smiles
Ensured to overdone desks
Capitalistically crucified
Commercially cropped down
In process of being & coming; we lost ourselves
Sick commercialism mocks at us today
Actually pasted to permanent pettiness
And we all are trapped to the tyrannical tub!
And surroundings suddenly shout out
Perfect man, you have hit the floor.
Champ, keep rocking.
TO HELL WITH THIS SUCKING SYNDICATE! !