my scribbling

I wrote this a few years ago just shelving it here now.

i scribbled...
and it begins like this..
Someday,somewhere...
Wish am in utopia...
Nebody know a way to there..
huh,huh,hah!
And here i am,in this filthy world...
Can't see the way,and assimilate where it's going..
Remaining a deaf n mute to everything that i passby...
Should i've to hold a baton?to ask it why...
They say the world's movin fast,and people in haste...
Many a children beggin up in the streets and,
We can see our money gettin piled up for buldin fleets..
Boasting for the missiles and shuttles they put up in the sky,
nobody feels shy bout, why the peasant faces are looking wry..
Opening up the markets wide,they r rollin 'em dices..
Giving yiddish reasons,for the soaring prices...
Wherever you go, they gonna see your colour or ask your caste..
Nothings gonna change as long as it lasts...
People turnin philistine n feelin celestine..
Lettin up da emissions umpteen,
look around,
where's the world? That was once pristine..
What are we doing?
Caught between in the world of money and many agony,
Ashamed of living my life clueless,
hoping to live a life dats flawless..
What am i gonna do?what i gonna say?
Could i find a way to call it all a 24/7 parley?...
Lamenting and clamouring for everything happening out there,here in web pages!!
Could you root out everythin that's been here for ages...
what's the answer for all our broodin rages...
or is it that we ought to remain in our cages...
waiting for,
to be liberated by good old sages??