A Beat That Does Not Love Us

By: Aanya P

We sing, we dance,

To our own special beat.

We laugh, we cry,

Drumming with our feet.

Against the metronome we shiver,

Its cold, soulless noise,

Unconcerned with our lives,

Ignorant of our sorrows, indifferent to our joys.

We sing, we dance,

To a beat that does not love us.

We live, we die,

To its rhythm, shackled, in handcuffs.

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