LOTUS

I may need your time
Need your five minutes,
For nothing but to make you know
How much this world like you.

Being on your chariot,
Wearing armor and sword.
To conquer new worlds,
You are ordering new troop.

What do you want to see again?
A new breed of aristocracy,
It is only a mere imagination,
Since lotuses come from the mud.

We are here for centuries,
Never look for a well pedigree
Born on dirt may grow on dirt
Never let you to rule over.

See our hands cracked on labor,
Bleeding for a day’s bread,
Still love each other and love you,
Come here to make one among us.

The way you have made is being shut,
The wheel of time did it for this age,
To arouse a second thought in you,
To sanctify your repenting soul

Turn your chariot and throw the sword,
We are here for the welcome song,
Let us sow the seeds of love
Rise brother for a better tomorrow.