Baskadia

As we dance to the drums

Moving in controlled moves like show puppets

Reciting movie script speeches

Attracted to colourful changes by the chameleon

Yet like mountains we remain stagnant

Tic tac the sunsets and rises

Still glued to the chameleon

Its tongue feed on our flesh

Yet clap hands at it and enjoy

I cry for the lost cause

I cry for the dead minds

I cry for the programmed minds

I cry for the future