Quest and Questions

It is pretty unknown to me what home feels like
Never quite stationed, I see different moonlights
Paths - they grow darker, at times I lose sight
Always prepared to fly in search of smooth nights
Will it shed a new light?
Should I pick a blue knight?
Will the rhythm unite?
So many questions tonight
But the universe, they say, is all magical
Spread good vibes, they say, ungrammatical
And if you get to have it your way, do not be dogmatical
On Lord's day or short sway, do not be fanatical
Your political stand - they may be lyrically grand
But their wrinkly hands are devoted to the land
They voted for their future, for the man who planned
The harpoons, asylums and heroic command
Beaten, quietened, some chastened for treason
Weakened, yet smitten by the polished religion
Some find solace in the romanticist
Some are corrected strictly by the semanticist
The doubts that they place on the bioethicist
Synonymous to the darkness before the exodus
Does it matter - a neoclassicist, biophysicist, cyberneticist?
Questions remain questions - deathlike and venomous
Shot to pieces, psychokinesis,
The darker it gets, that is mutagenesis!
This is not a poem, but a quest of a churchless nemesis
What exude in the ovum was...
Fashioned in the apoapsis

-PRK-

Manifesto

Some have killed and pillaged but the struggle never ends
Reigned by the supreme, feeling lost in this homeland
Belittle and castigate one another causing pain
What's the point of all this? Aren't our blood all the same?
I guess not; now violent is the culture of the world
So much rage, enslavement happens to all boys and girls
Aggression, affection, or are we all playing dumb?
Can't blame this commotion on the riches or the slum
What's the ultimate salvation? Another round of reformation?
Bloodbath, a cold bath, in the name of such religion?
See this is not about principles, it's all fanaticism
Superstitious beliefs, self-glorification
Origins and doctrines mystified, misinterpreted
The essence of the truth they've all eradicated
I was brought to this world to understand and seek the truth
But so far when I see you, you were aching these youth
Needed them to stay confused, make sure they get used
To the way they get bruised, the way you abused the accused
Now get this, you're not the God or boss of us
You’re probably just another parasite, even worse, just a puss
Dying by the minute when the rest of us diminish
How long more can you fight this when the world comes to a finish?
I fear for your mentality, the one that caused brutality
Enabler of calamity, still grooming all your prodigy
My dear, your ruling majesty, guess you've not seen the sanity
You've been riding so high in life, your middle name is vanity
The Holy Ghost won't cover you, but see those moths, they'll hover you
And if the orphans could, they would cloud your sky with choppers too
Now tell them what the monarchs knew, the evilness you can't unscrew
The inmates, the elderlies, they'd even crack a tooth or two
To see that you keep your words, your manifesto, not your turd
To see that you really care for those you once left unheard
Preachers - they preach, there's the gap and there's the bridge
Now let your actions speak, your promises - you keep

-PRK-