My scribbles · Perturbations

Where the mind is without fear – Reprise version

The mind full of fears and head is kept down

Knowledge is sold and the world is fragmented in narrow domestic walls

Words forcibly hide the truth that surprisingly​ begins only with another

Relations are mortgaged and ceaseless falling is crutched by laziness

Unreasonable assertion grows as a tradition strengthening dead habits

Where the mind is gorged with repelling crowd-pleasing

Yielding to ever-narrowing katterism

Into that hell of drudgery, my father, my country has slumbered.