I Am A Stranger

I am a stranger in my own country,

As I chose to be different.

I am a stranger in my own country,

As I chose to speak my mind.

I am a fool, they say,

I am from a gang, they blame.

I am a heretic, they shout,

And I am a stranger in my own country.

I cry when they hurl stones,

I write when they burn alive,

I feel ashamed when they distort history,

And I am a stranger in my own country.

I am estranged by the war cries,

I am estranged by the holy cow,

I am estranged by the ignorance,

And I am a stranger In my own country.

I live in a world of mine,

As the world around rots.

I bury my ideas as they burn my house,

And I am a stranger in my own country.

‘Good Time’ has come, they say,

Eulogists and sycophants are here to stay,

Love your leader and this land is yours;

Or else pack your bag and run away.

 I am a nihilist, they shout,

I am an anarchist, they jibe.

But I know how I have loved my land,

Which now refuses to hold my hand.

And I die every moment as I live,

As I am a stranger in my own country.