Shut The Fuck Up, Kind Sir

He came with his extempore skit - clueless, really
Didn't pay attention to the serious matters
Yet translated everything into elections on a jagged field and broken promises
And the reality is democracy for us died a long time ago
The system was decapitated
Honourable judges were unlawfully sacked
Independence was bought
Scandals, corruption, deaths in custody, you name it
And intelligence are no longer intelligent
This is the present day monocracy
By present, I mean forever as they are still on the roll
For decades, still riding on our blood, sweat, and tears
And today, there is still a gaping pain in our hearts
Today, will there be a political transformation?
Will we ever be enshrined by a system that will protect us from the wrongs?
I am no pro, nor am I anti government indirectly influenced by any comments or relationships
I'm just opinionated, overwhelmed and really looking forward to the change of regime - if not the world, at least domestic regime
We have made peace with the Cold War era
At least I think we have
In fact, it should be forgotten
And there should be no repeat of anti-regime insurrections, civil wars, tribal conflicts and whatnot
Often they'd say it's just the complexity of domestic politics
Influenced by the dynamics of international politics
I'd say it's just another one man plight who unfortunately is deep in his uncertain principles

And a joke of a wife - says, everyone.
But just shut the fuck up, kind sir
SHUT THE FUCK UP

-PRK-

Within The English Village

As I walk down the streets, wide and narrow streets, l often imagine them
Braving trashings, insults, death threats, batons, teargas, water cannons, the works
And with thousands of riot police trying to break up the protests and strikes
A force to be reckoned with, me, as part of them, hope to perhaps make history again
A history where behind the cloak of fear,  the gale of creative destruction would be unleashed
To be set free to put an end to the unrealistic demands, the catastrophic social implications and the political games of those from every sides of the divide

Of course in my mind, I'm very much controlled,
I'm very much prepared to rein in the masses against the authoritarian rules and religion
Ready for the straight journalistic report of the biting satire and classical literary themes
If not ever-ready to dance along to the euphoric political rallies 
But these are just my imaginations, my wish and hope to be the vanguard of change
And often I wonder, would it have meant a triumphant journey if I know what exactly am I defending, what exactly am I fighting for

Often I don't
Often I'm torn
Often all I see is a thin line instead of a silver lining
Often we all don't
Often we are still trying to comprehend what transpired the previous day's curiosity 
And often it's the biased ideologies
Within the English village
In which we are often bullied into submission, to keep mum
By the ruling elite and the flawed system

-PRK-