The dead are buried, sorrows forgotten
Flowers withered. Lost and gone
Trees chopped down, cities built
Life goes on; no remorse, no guilt
Emptiness sweeps, silence creaks
Once green forest now a barren land
Cries aren’t heard, smiles aren’t seen
Nobody’s worried, the world’s mean
Memories fade, visions blur
Flash back holds no meaning anymore
Paradise seen, walked through hell.
Actors in place, curtains unfold
Words withheld, Stories untold
Arms were strong, respect was earned
Wingless bird travelled all around
Friends were made, laughter shared
Welcomed, fed, loved and cared
Another day, another place
Another story’s taking shape
Bridges crossed, trains missed
Forehead kissed, laid to rest.
I’ll keep following the trail
till I reach my goal
I don’t know how far and for how long
I swear on my soul
I got to keep moving…
…I got to keep moving.
A broad daylight larceny that everybody saw
Their hegemony stood above the law
Chasing their nemesis chosen by god
That are buying time to catch the fraud
It doesn’t always rain, it’s not always sunny
if you think otherwise you’d rather seem funny
Life is a ball. It’s gotta keep rolling, honey
But of course yes, you need lotta money
The cross, the blood and the holy grail
Staged in the deserts of the Middle East – God’s will?
But that tall, white, blue eyed, blond male
doesn’t quite seem to fit the bill
Dimwit dandy dropped his keys
when they gave him women and wine
He pulled his pants and dropped on his knees
that filthy shameless swine.
He wasn’t the right man at the right place
neither did he attempt to wear a sad-face
It’s nobody’s fault; he sighed
the soothsayer hadn’t lied.
They lamented the loss of their beloved sons
whose perseverance won’t be forgotten
Feisty worries, the chosen ones
wrapped in blood stained cotton.
I saw a bottle floating by and I noticed there’s a letter in it
I opened the lid and read the note; guess what’s in it?
Big and bold some buffoon wrote
‘Put the note back and let the bottle float’!
It’s a little too early for the shindig
don’t you think?
Scammer with a weird wig
and your men in pink!
Their ruse worked and nations fought
but they are coveting the kingdom
Muscles flexed, accomplices sought
the game-plan wasn’t at random
Prophets sent, books revealed
but they heed ‘em not
Evil lurks, faces concealed
for how long before they’re caught?
Jumping fish! Jumping fish!
Now I gotta make a wish
I close my eyes and stretch my arms
‘How about serving you all in my dish?’
My head is aching, I am shaking
How many more blows should I be taking?
Let me know! I am asking, requesting…
I am suffocating;
Tired of waiting…
I wish God could take some time off of his busy schedule to read my poem! 🙂
Wrongs are right and rights are wrong
the mind game of the deceiver;
Many failed yet some were strong
will they be crushed by the deceiver?
Little man lingered in long street
Little man lingered in long street
Now why did he linger in long street
With his swollen fat feet!
Everything happens for a reason
The raising and the downfall
Winter is gone, it’s now the summer season
But I am not expecting any windfall.
Behind the glittering lights and metals
Behind the rich man’s lane
Lies a narrow street of petals
Where real lives thrives in pain
They know not I am writing of them
They care not I am in their midst
They’ve burried their heads in sands of time
And lost in the morning mist
…and they catwalked the land of blazing sun
Dressed in threads of threes
It’s late at night but their faces well done
Where are you headed please?