soulful says

Born with joy and suffering
 In a land of hope and prosperity
 i am a result of all the abominations led
and conducted by some blood sucking creatures,
 Making my way with shame and hope,
 raised up in a Jungle of competitive souls,
 I Am a dying soul.
 A victim of all the selfish ideologies
 made by the damn politics
 I am yelling, crying but no one can hear me.
 no!  indeed!, i am being heard,
 heard by weak souls
 Engaged in the same hustling like me,
 we are all  dying in a silent manner.
 Yes !, my voice is heard ,
 Heard by the dying soul in me
 Growing up in the jungle where fame is greater than care.
 i see humanism turning to cruelty and animosity ,
 Everything seems to be normal,
The prosperous ones are gaining more prosperity,
That's the new normal
 The normal in which words like care, hope, love are fading
 Maybe  when i am older it will all calm down
 But it's killing me now.
 i was told it will change
 And i believed
 Finally it changed, Yes it really changed
 Society is now more focused on that absurd race, the race for fame
 What world are we in?
 I have no clue!
 But i know one thing
 I can change, yes i can
 I can turn the dying soul into a peaceful one
 And finally build a Universe in which one song is sung
The song of hope and love!