White Tiger

Stepped out into the oppressive rain

Cycling through my veins is generational pain

The tires are fine but im finally tired

I'll take whats deserved not just whats desired

Broken bottle in my hand imitating me with jagged edges

Spines born of injustice and sad ragged vestiges

The rain weighing down the fabric of my clothes

Like the roots of my family tree pulling till im alone

“Sir you should look at this” I feint needing help

I cant stop imagining him on the ground bleeding out

My freedom in reach, just a red bag away

Enclosed within; my entire lifetimes pay

Not taking me seriously, just waving me off

My blood boils yet my voice remains soft

“Sir id like your opinion on what to do now”

He sets down his phone and takes a step out

As he descends to the wheel

The target of his attention

I take a deep breath

Ready to teach him this lesson

My arms start the motion

To force the bottle in deep

I squint expecting blood

Then glass and head meet

I felt the resistance

The pushback was skull

My hands are shaking

I cant feel them at all

My future now for the first time uncertain

Cause I ended one but became a bad person

I stick around long enough to listen

To his breathing cease and see his pool of blood glisten

I grab the bag and start sprinting away

Thinking of how much tomorrow wont be today

I just have to escape, turn tail and be gone

Cause of course the main suspect is the rickshaw man's son

You cant climb a ladder that doesn't touch the ground

You cant be a success when no hope can be found

Try and evolve oppressed in desolation

And you'll find yourself understanding my situation

Its years gone now and I live like a king

My life is soo different and I dont regret a thing

This world is a mess this country is worse

It could be a bit better if you put yourself first