Here I’m in an ac room
I can tell I don’t belong here
Still I’m seeking for justice, since last 10 years
But now its eating me up alive
Where you sit wearing fancy clothes in this fancy room
I think about my daughters at home
Where you push my case easily to another date
I think about how I’ll pay for it this time
Where you utter words that I don’t understand
I think about my dying wife at home
Here I am in an ac room
My clothes are ripped
Head is filled with all these thoughts of mine
I can tell that I don’t belong here
I was seeking for justice
But if this is what they meant by justice
Then justice is what I got
Tired and old man I’ve become
Unable to continue this time
Coz when I sit in this ac room
It makes me realize
How I’ve to go back home
On this hot day of July
With no money in hand
No food in my stomach
And a thought,
That I might have to bury her tonight…
Nikki..
8th july’11