Joker

By Chirag Ajmera

I walked down the street, dressed as a clown,

And without a reason, I was beaten to the ground;

See… my chains? These shackles,

They kept me down there;

For the sake of the society,

I chose to play it fair;

It was in the society, I searched for an identity,

For sympathy, for warmth, for recognition and respect;

It was in my isolation, I found my condition,

My sufferings, my pain, my truth and your neglect;

I desired no riches, no fortune no glory, no merry, no wine,

I was born to spread joy and laughter, said to me by mother mine;

But again I was beaten, And again down to the ground,

Haaaaaa…. Ha…ha…ha…haaaaaaaaaa…..

This time, I killed those three, as my instincts rebound;

You took me for a mask to hide your true face,

You made me a symbol, to execute your disgrace.

You….. You….. all are slaves, to your time, and society, and rules,

To the mask that you pretend to have on your face;

Me? I got nothing to lose. For my whole life, I didn’t knew I existed,

And yet….. I’ve….. I’ve got a smile on my face;

Haaaaaa…. Ha…ha…ha…haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…..

And you have Hope. It makes you proud. It gives you a reason,

A reason to do things that you otherwise cannot;

I thought… Ha…ha…ha… my life… ha… ha… that my life was a tragedy, But it’s a fucking comedy…

Haaaaaa…. Ha…ha…ha…haaaaaa;

Because I… Ha…ha…ha…I just hope… that… Ha…ha…ha…haaaaaa, I just hope that my death makes more cents than my life,

Haaaaaa…. Ha…ha…ha…haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…..

See… I am not a criminal.

I don’t kill people.

I am above all of that.

I just give choices.

You… get to choose. Yes... You get to make a decision...

Your conscience… Ha…ha…ha…haaaaaa…

Or….. your life… Haaaaaa…. Ha…ha…ha…haaaaaa;

And what does THAT make me?

By Chirag Ajmera