Seeing the TV or the paper
Everywhere I see, I see more than ever
More doubt than trust
More hatred than love
More fight than peace
What happened to these?
I turned to my mother
And my little mouth open
Confused as I was, with what just happened.
I asked her a question, simple and sweet,
Who will it take to change all these?
Is it the politician
Who ask for votes
Is it the painter
Who talks through color
Is it the teacher
Who lectures in class
Or the Dean
Who is responsible for all?
My mother looked, nodded and smiled
It is you my dear, who will fight!
Take the responsibility
No matter what age,
When elders are stuck
You tell them to change.
It won't be easy
It's won't be the same,
And still you tell them, it's time to change
You tell them you choose
You are the change
The answer is simple, it's you my dear who will bring the change!
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