They are falling as unwanted drizzle
Soon they?ll fall as storm
They are crumbling
Their steel feet?s turned dross
They are amazing in wealth
But quite garbage in conscience
We?ve endured their smacks
We?ve entertained their terror
They robbed
Killed
Got away
Divided and ruled
Came back again.
We prayed,
Watched
Received
Accepted against-our-wish
Prayed
Prayed and prayed again
When we shall see the end
Like a movie in the telling.
Unrighteousness has a way of making stories tick
Gruesome experiences make a good narration
We?ve watched
We?ve listened
We?re still seeing.
The metallic click of guns
The sheer laughter of the oppressor?s dagger
The candor of the bourgeois
Over the proletariats of our wretched past
Giving birth to us in the jungles of Krakatoa
One would think that their cry is our present agony
Like we are born to be slaves for life
Like we would never know peace
The dice will soon be cast
And the martial music will block each ear
The fatty-cheeked,
Bloom weed bellied
In cushion green
In consonant with our national colors
Who bails the cat?
Their past keeps hunting our psyche
Who dares fight this monster?
They insist that there must be bloodshed before we know peace
And that?s a fat lie,
Going by that maxim
Peace is absence of war after the bloodshed
And who pays for the casualty
The fatherless
The widows
the wastage..?
They are invading us with an unworthy chant
They are masquerading
And ghost hunting our society
Drunk with the wine of drudgery
Deceived by the seed of falsehood
Ambushed by a dead conscience
Kidnapped by a vain seeking heart
They have looted and are celebrating it with a war song
They have created a future
That to us is filthy and Nazi sort
The ones who dare talk
Are; kidnapped,
killed,
bombed,
Twisted..
And they remain unsung heroes in our hearts
With a constant candle light keeping vigil
Unlike the comeback of these goons.
The scheme of these scumbags is worse than the ODESSA
Making our fear and sorrow worse
Can?t they shut up and feast till they die?
They?ve made us poor this far to even live
But we survive anyhow
And they don?t know how
This life is a struggle with borrowed breath
That can be traded for a shekel
Will they continue this short celebration for eternity?
Will the dirge and song still be palpable?
Will there be flesh left, when all is chopped off?
Yeah! The wise guys, the wise bugs
Always have a plan
Always have a way
Ho! They bluff
They are stone proud
The colors are fading
The rainbow is turning pale
The white horse is out on rampage
And their song will cease
Leaving the bunch of them
Rhythm-less
Soulless
Meaningless
As their whole life.
