No more backbites

To scare away the nights

I wish I had the sun in my eyes

To handle the sleight of backbites

I wish I had a wagon to skate away with the cries

To trust the lies of the honest white

I wish I had the strength to forget the deceit cemented in my mind

When every spark is a blind sight

Quit the braces that pull you down and rise

– Muzaffar Ahmed