Friday, December 28, 2012

A mourning!



Let me make some time,
To mold some words!
And in this busy life
That might very well be a lot.
A pleasure that all crave!
But this time, I take time out
Not to relax my follies
And refresh my fallacies
But to mourn, to mourn the loss,
Loss of a dearly beloved humanity!
I see a lot of mourning,
Mourning they don’t even mean.
Mourning for the loss of someone,
For the loss of some dream,
But I have no time to mourn silly!
I mourn, mourn for the people
Who lost the war in the unfair fights,
Who was left behind in the race,
For people hurt and lament hence!
I mourn over all the sadness.
No ale in the world is enough
To drown in and ease me for a moment,
Nor are the drugs strong enough
To loosen my senses against the outburst!
War cry, ringing aloud, around!



When the cries of the little girl
Reaches my pewter ears;
My heart bleed, bleed for her!
 I condemn the man behind the cries
None less, less it seem
More and more, no better than barbaric.
So they say earth changed
Men evolve for better.
I say the souls to worse.
How I wish these words be razors
As sharp as a butcher’s knife
And let them sprout wings
And a soul, branded humanity
Let it rise above all!
To see to the justice done in the world.
Let it decide the fate of men,
So immersed in the carnal pleasure,
Sees none but the sex with those eyes!
Let it walk in the wakes of life!
Alone and among us fellows.
Let it stab itself into the heart of those men!
Alas they have none so.
But then let it stab into their penis,
As harder as their evil actions!
Let it show them the meaning of pain,
And then as the world hail it,
Let it show off the blood spilled,
So that no man will do the same.
And then justice be done in this cruel world.

I would open my heart then
Drink the ale and take up marijuana
And I will sigh and walk alone in the streets.
I would then be free!
A girl with wind in her back
And safety, before!

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