The Ugly Face Of The Globe

If I shout out loud and make an alarm Then I fear I am going to be killed point black On the other hand my silence will lead me to be sold off, not only my physical world but also my soul With the risk from the both ends I still move on And reach to a place from where I come back safe And eliminate the point of dilemma that hinders The process of my decision making, fast and swift. Some maids are made slave of the rich people And subjected to nasty torture, rape and murder Few are also there who cuts the throat of their masters And run away with all the cash and valuable things. In this nasty world of master and maid, poor and rich In between there is only a persistent war in which Each plays a role of a hawk but the poor are held Always the culprits showing ugly face of this ugly globe.