Am I made to abide you
Your rules of pathetic darkness
Your rules to laugh on eventful events
Your rules to cry on soothing deaths
Your rules to follow the path of filthy success
Your rules to discipline at awkward ceremonies
Your rules to ignore the filthy poor
Your rules to become a political speaker
Your rules to ignore what is inside me
Your rules to ignore who actually I am
Your rules to discriminate on the basis of history
Your rules to worship whom you have
Your rules to speak when I am allowed to
Your rules to obey your authority
Your rules to lick your ideas
Your rules to pick whom to love
Your rules to take a dip inside the water
Your rules to bend the head
Your rules to not love the people whom I love
Your rules to hate who aren't bigots
But let me tell you
I'm not there where you want me
I'm not there where it is proper
I'm not there where it is lawful
I'm here where it is needed
I'm with the birds of freedom world
I'm with singing wave chirps
I'm with my heart and I'm proud of it
So go FUCK yourselves