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-

Moi, Blasé

This is a true subkingdom
Where we speak up along with rhythm
Some protests, some will speak of wisdom
Some will claim they've united kingdoms
Now I feel for the ones so fearsome
Can't nobody rebuff their freedom
It's an outlet for inspired serum
Beating tastefully for your eardrums
Look I'm not talking about pilgrims
Nor I'm here to condemn such prism
Yes, I do believe in your system
If the system bars elitism
Nothing valid now for the children
And on replay is barbarism
Guns and bombs are here for some reasons
Intoxicating feudalism
I'm not bought by your symbolism
All I see is such scepticism
Towards me and liberalism
What's the deal with such narcissism?

-PRK-

Pecksniffian

The ground was hoed in such irate
Like an earthquake, it then began to wobble
In the thoroughly puzzled state
The folks then began to straddle
To reach that balance
To bleach that hate
To blend the variance
To keep that cape
But this is all we yearn for
The yearning that was never done for
For often what we live for
Isn't really what we breathe for
Answer me now, why so bias?
Answer me now, why all this chaos?
Enlighten me now, this promised 'us'
Make clear to me now, this egocentric thrust
Or should I craft my law, enfold you in thread
For this antagonism has been sowing threat
At dusk, as I lay down, it was perfectly written
But at dawn, the sonata seems completely different
Surprised, I was not
Surprised, I am not
For it is a necessity
To necessitate a spurious harmony
For the lies, we have faith in
Is the time that we invest in
So say the charlatan preacher
Whose convictions are sinking deeper

-PRK-