Afraid of getting converted

I wonder with whom
I share my breaths!
Much afraid of getting converted,
A dodger here, a dodger there.
What I bully is I am living in the dodger's world...!

They say my mind is not at the right place,

Against Dodgers

in fact they are prejudiced to honesty.
They want me to follow them,
the path of dodging, an immoral lodging.
They say I am arrogant,
in fact, trying to convince me.
Whatever doses of courage I embed,
they are shameless,
understand just one language of living
that is to bread.

I have an open sky,
the round loaded earth.
The nature and everything that it takes birth.
To whom shall I go and complain?
This soul will only come to curse me then.
If I don't challenge and
become one more dodger.

The closed doors and under tables
are the home of devils.
The size and colors are so alike,
when you get disguised,
it's always a surprise.
It blows your mind off,
evaporates your sleep.
Do you believe in god?
Check out, meet dodgers but take care.
Take care of your trust.
Make sure then you don't weep.

I have a story to tell to the next breed,
stay away from the ugly greed.
If you think you are victim of a system,
take a lead.
This is not about being happy on calling a war,
it's just to get relaxed
from our own wrong deeds.
A dodger here, a dodger there.

What I bully is I am living in the dodger's world...!

I wonder with whom
I share my breaths!
Much afraid of getting converted.