Bless you!

You need my merit and service,
But you can't respect my voice
You feel a sort of insecurity,
Often you lose the maturity!

It may be my lonely evening walk
Or driving back from my work
Your crazy crowd suddenly will appear
Raise your middle fingers into the air

With madness, your scary faces scream; "f... you"
In silence, I pray; "God Bless you!"
You have a psychological problem
Keeping a race and color emblem

When ignorance sleeps with fantasy,
Comes nasty, follows hypocrisy
You need to cure this leprosy
Brother, we are living in democracy