These sights give life to the ugly glances that adore you
It’s sad to admit that they spell disgust
You don’t deserve any less than the common soul gets
But popular truth says you’re far in space
Whose fault is it that you now feed on crap
Whose fault is it that your home is a wasteland
Whose fault is it that your robe and raiment are now rags
I’m sorry but frankly
We are all guilty.
You catwalk in the streets
With heavy burdens on your back
If a policeman ever stopped you for checking
He’d curse his foolish curiosity
Even at that, you’d gift him with a warming smile
Who wouldn’t know what the true intent is?
Whose fault is it that your smile scares all away
Whose fault is it that your dance wins no awards
Whose fault is it that your feet have travelled the globe
It’s saddening but true
We can’t plead innocent.
Some part of me longs to be your heroine
But deep within I’m scared I’d get steaming strokes
As much as many hunger
To help quench your thirst and hunger
They’d still rather throw your bread
In the dust where your treasures live
Whose fault is it that your fruit juice is urine
Whose fault is it that your dinner is rich with weed
Whose fault is it that you may die before dawn
My spirit seems to fail me
So, please convict me.
But for how long would our words show only pity
Are we going to forever dance around your shame
Yes, the children mock you
Even adults say it’s your earned curse
I throw that in the gutter
And shall work to get you better.
Whose fault will it be if your children get your genes
Whose fault will it be if you die without recovery
Whose fault will it be if the big society drinks your blood
We must wash off these leprosy
Before Earth becomes a desert.