My chest is chained and is locked,
I am wearing a jacket which I can’t take off,
I see kids playing in the ground,
I see people traveling in the train,
Please, I will result in huge sounds,
Pull down that chain.
I was a poor man whole my life,
But now I will be rich, or at least my wife,
I have been hired in an army, I am a soldier,
I am huge now, with responsibility on my shoulder,
My first stint is now, I know its my last too,
No I am not afraid, its because I know what I am upto,
I don’t want to do this, I know its not right,
But some rules say “right side is the wrong side”,
So, we choose left to avoid collision,
To my right is collision, to my left is explosion.
Let it be, if you can close your eyes,
I can act being wise.
No one knows about my locked jacket,
No one knows I have trigger in my pocket,
I have just kissed my son goodbye,
Who kept holding my finger, as if giving it a try,
Perhaps with money truth will not stay longer,
Perhaps my son will never know his father was a suicide bomber,
What do I do, I am unable to defend the attacker,
I am nothing, just a “lighter holding cracker”
