We The People Poem by C. P. Sharma

Many a time I pity myself
God sits within me
I know not my strength

He says the world is mine
I am jealous of others
In utter loneliness, I suffer

The whole cosmos is mine
I chose a tiny home
Beyond it, my corpse roams

All that is beautiful
From me flows
In my beauty, I don't glow

I am the ignorant governor
I consider me a slave
Governments cheat for a change

Ages have passed on
This simple Truth
We failed to understand

We are two cats
The monkey sits judge
The cats starve

If we change ourselves
We need no Government
The world would change

Victims of the ‘otherness'
We all weep
And slavery reap