I will die with yet another desire,
I ask myself “Where is that belly fire?”
Is it so difficult to live my way?
Is it termed “Unfair play”?
My conscience is pretty clear,
Mind you it knows no fear.
Does every deed of mine merit an explanation?
Do you see my pent-up anger leading to frustration?
Leave me all to myself,
Let me enjoy, bridging the gulf.
Authority does not justify misdeeds,
Allow not irresponsibility that it breeds.

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