blazeofglory
01-04-2008, 08:54 PM
I am bowled over
Why we quieted ourselves and seem at peace
Marring and maiming our spirits
Is it not death incarnate?
For there is a parade ready to assail at hand
Of the deprived
Injustice! Injustice!! Injustice!!
Resounding everywhere
There is a war hard by
There are uproars and outcries
Here you are smitten with amours and blithely unresponsive
The fire close by is not extinguishable
This is the fire of the radicals, can not be smothered with ease
Things not taken care of can boomerang
A viper in the bosom should not go unnoticed
For we are part of the system
An unscrewed rivet can wobble the whole structure
There are starvations, famines, drug trafficking
Here is abundance; loads of things, foods go washed out
There is bareness; stark naked specters are in wait for something
To wage a series of wars against the looters of resources
Here we watch macabre dances to satisfy our primitive brutal motives.
Equality, democracy, republic spirits, generosities are junk- words
A vehicle for your imperial stamp
Things go unheard, for there are voices that can not be quieted with your gunshot
Nor can melodramas can subside
The earth is commonwealth, no trespassing domain of the few
Greed, covetousness, domination need to be stamped out
Peace in dungeon; a provisional pacification, a coerced quietude
That can not be hinged on
We can not disengage the mob out there
Living with buffooneries, unmindful of the unthinkable
Ours will be a downturn, with our existence in jeopardy
Let us congregate to do something needful of common sense
Or else face the unimaginable
For nature will even up all disparities
For she can not see her children in inequalities
Why we quieted ourselves and seem at peace
Marring and maiming our spirits
Is it not death incarnate?
For there is a parade ready to assail at hand
Of the deprived
Injustice! Injustice!! Injustice!!
Resounding everywhere
There is a war hard by
There are uproars and outcries
Here you are smitten with amours and blithely unresponsive
The fire close by is not extinguishable
This is the fire of the radicals, can not be smothered with ease
Things not taken care of can boomerang
A viper in the bosom should not go unnoticed
For we are part of the system
An unscrewed rivet can wobble the whole structure
There are starvations, famines, drug trafficking
Here is abundance; loads of things, foods go washed out
There is bareness; stark naked specters are in wait for something
To wage a series of wars against the looters of resources
Here we watch macabre dances to satisfy our primitive brutal motives.
Equality, democracy, republic spirits, generosities are junk- words
A vehicle for your imperial stamp
Things go unheard, for there are voices that can not be quieted with your gunshot
Nor can melodramas can subside
The earth is commonwealth, no trespassing domain of the few
Greed, covetousness, domination need to be stamped out
Peace in dungeon; a provisional pacification, a coerced quietude
That can not be hinged on
We can not disengage the mob out there
Living with buffooneries, unmindful of the unthinkable
Ours will be a downturn, with our existence in jeopardy
Let us congregate to do something needful of common sense
Or else face the unimaginable
For nature will even up all disparities
For she can not see her children in inequalities