Showing posts with label politic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label politic. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 April 2018

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-

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

The Tart Sequel

Privileged as the heir to the gold beans
You grew up with the roots, groomed in greens
The sun was your filter from darkness and gloom
The ample rain poured nicely in your luminous room
Such infliction you need for the ontogeny
Yet the ontology stayed backward in the prophecy
Your leaves you left sunbaked till they crumble in sorrow
But the hollow life they left behind will start anew tomorrow
For you that is, when you germinate to a chromatic colour
When a little girl pluck you from that tree of wretched valour
Because the leaves aged but you were beheaded
The leaves went with the flow but you were molested

-PRK-