John F. Kennedy
The great 35th president of US
It wasn't really a success
He tried to stop the missile bases
There were lot of angry faces
When there was about to be a war
Peace was what he asked for
Texas was the place he was shot
Later, the criminal was caught
He didn't survive the pain
His people cried like the rain
Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.
His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.
There seems a need at times to clarify,
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.
No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’
But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.
Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”
Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right? Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?
One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.
So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.
But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.
Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014
not so genius
All ready for unknown battles
Worships evolve in stolen identities
Cats and Dawgs on a hunt
Inhaling confidence from a blunt
Illicit props on hips hanging
They could just drop
Revising your life’s ending
Death never blinks
Act cool on cheap bullets
Pubic smells on gun muzzles
Overtaking hustles on speed trapped dreams
Eyes growing muscles
Cats and Dawgs on a chase
Blazing the confidence blaze
One kill, all time animal king
Respect floods in applauds
Until death do us favours
We all applaud.
A way too free
to ease the essence of life on freeways
We take lives
For days and days
We take five taking lives before the rive
To shake handshakes kept safe
Shaking the world with handshakes
The beast shake
Lost in a jungle we all claim
Keep on growing the shake
Wipe history stains
The shake isn't flair
It’s more than blames.
Lost in a jungle
Our tears sing wedding songs.
“It’s a wedding day”
“It’s a wedding day”
Do you take these sins?
To have and to build more sins
Unlawful branded sins
More jobs for our criminal beings
From the past forward the future
As a black man and be confused in your own jungle
For decades and decades
Until you see the weakness
In your skin
Illegal labelled sins
The weakness in your skin
And make sure you fight against each other
With no complaints
Turning threats into compliments?
Ooo Yes I Do I Do.
Ooo Yes I Do all of them i Do.
We hear that patience is a virtue
Is this true, or simply virtual reality
When leaders are teaching our youth;
do as I say, not as I do
Regression to a version of the American
Impatience is becoming intolerance
But to be patient is viewed as ignorance
In a blind world conforming to violence
Very few see need for benevolence
Many view crime as way of life
Government fuels fires, causing strife
Committing true crime with their lack of
Our country torn by those who lied
Promoting bigotry and distaste for the
But these days color and homosexuality
are lactose free
Intolerant of equality, it’s a problem,
Love is love, embrace the hate
Hold it tightly until it sees the light
Peace pushed just beyond our reach
We realize that “hope and change” was
just a speech
Wars raging through the land we call
In God we trust, not this powerful regime
Speak out now with virtuous impatience
Change is change no matter how small
Restore hope with unfaltering acceptance
Serve what you stand for, no time left to
If you thought the war was cold before,
take the temperature of Putin
Worry about a country that is your own,
do not invade what is Ukraine
No blame is dealt on citizens of either
but on poor leadership within
Hammer Sickle Ding Dong,
Vladimir Putin thinks he’s King Kong.
He conquered Crimea in a day.
Obama said: “What The Hey!
Doesn’t Vlad know that’s just plain wrong?”
I do not know?
Fear is what they clothe them in.
Fear of losing their life because of one mistake.
Fear of losing their life because an officer is having
a bad day.
Some say it's not racism;
"It's police brutality."
Whatever you call it, I can't
help but ask "where is humanity?"
Mothers weeping because they're losing their sons.
Teaching them to fight back with silence
but that is no weapon compared to a gun.
Six feet under, leaving families to fight for justice
over their lives.
Societies getting tired of it all-
starting riots and constructing strikes.
How many more time will history repeat itself?
Or are we still writing [his]tory , using coverups
All lives matter despite of their race.
All lives matter despite their mistakes.
In times such as these justice will demand to be served.
No matter how chaotic, crazy, or obscured.
Life is a gift, one that we should all treasure.
Because all lives matter and we need to protect them;
no matter the measure.
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
A REVOLUTION IS MUCH DEEPER THAN WHAT THE EYE CAN SEE
AN OPPORTUNITY TO RID THE LAND OF DESPOTISM AND TYRANNY
WHEN ANY CITIZEN CAN EXPOSE THE ENEMIES OF THE STATE
PRESENT AND JUDGE VALID EVIDENCE TO ARRIVE AT A JUST FATE
BUT THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN EXCEPT IN THE RAREST OF THE TIME
CAUSE MOBS WANT VENGEANCE EVEN IF THERE IS NO CRIME
VINDICTIVE MOBS WILL LET NO ONE STAND IN THEIR WAY
THEY CAN ONLY BE QUIETED BY MAKING THE DEFEATED PAY
ONCE THE OLD REGIME HAS BEEN OUSTED AND OVERTHROWN
THE GENERAL POPULACE WANTS RETRIBUTION TO CALL ITS OWN
FRENZIED MOBS WANT ALLEGATIONS OF ANY ON WHICH TO REACT
EVERY ACCUSATION IS TAKEN AS AN INDISPUTABLE FACT
THOSE THAT ARE ACCUSED OF PRIOR REGIME COLLABORATION
WILL BE TRIED AND CONVICTED WITHOUT HESITATION
THE PENALTIES WILL VARY ACCORDING TO THE TYPE OF PEOPLES CRIME
SOME WILL BE EXECUTED, OTHERS SENT TO PRISON FOR A VERY LONG TIME
THOSE WITH NEIGHBORS OR OTHERS WITH DIFFERING OPINES
WILL ANONYMOUSLY BE ACCUSED OF TREASONABLE CRIMES
IF MAN HAS AN ATTRACTIVE WIFE , COVETED FOR PERSONAL ROLES
HE’D BE SINGLED OUT AS UNDERMINING THE REVOLUTIONS GOALS
CHILDREN WOULD BE ASKED TO REPORT ON THEIR PARENTS TALK
DO THEY PRAISE THE REVOLUTION OR DO THEY BALK
MEN DON’T GATHER IN THE STREET IN IDLE CONVERSATION ANY MORE
IN FEAR OF BEING ACCUSED OF PLOTTING A COUNTER REVOLUTIONARY WAR
INVESTIGATIONS OF WRONG DOING WILL INCREASE AS PLANNED
TIL EVERY ONE FEELS THREATENED THROUGH OUT THE LAND
FACTS AND ALLEGATIONS ARE ALL TREATED THE SAME
ANYONE ACCUSED IS CERTAIN TO SHOULDER THE BLAME
WHILE THE MOB APPLAUDS THE ACTION OF A KANGAROO COURT
NO ONE OBJECTS TO THE TACTICS TO WHICH THE INSURGENTS RESORT
THE RULING INSURGENTS TELL THE CITIZENS TO PREPARE FOR ACTION
AN IMPENDING ATTACK BY THE OUSTED IS A SIMPLE DISTRACTION
THE VICTORIOUS PARTIES PURGE DISSENTERS FROM THEIR RANKS
THE TRUE PATRIOTS AND HEROES THAT REALLY MERIT THANKS
THEY WILL BE ACCUSED OF PLOTTING TO SABOTAGE THE REVOLUTION
INCRIMINATING EVIDENCE WILL SURFACE TO PROVE THEIR COLLUSION
EVIDENCE AGAINST THEM MOUNTS PROVING A PLANNED CONSPIRACY
EVIDENCE IS AUTHENTICATED BUT ONLY THE ACCUSERS CAN TO SEE
THOSE TAINTED MEMBERS OF THE ORIGINAL REBELLIOUS GROUP
ARE SENTENCED TO LONG TERMS TAKING THEM OUT OF THE LOOP
MEMBERS POPULAR WITH THE MOBS WITH NO THREATS TO FACE
SUDDENLY AND MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEAR WITHOUT LEAVING A TRACE
STRUGGLE FOR POWER WILL CONTINUE WITHIN THE VICTORS TEAM
TIL THE MOST COLD-BLOODED ONE DOMINATES EVERY SCENE
REIGNING POWER IS NOW IN HANDS OF AN EGOCENTRIC MAN
ALL OPPOSITION HAS BEEN SILENCED THROUGH OUT THE LAND
THOSE HOLDING ON TO OPPOSING VIEWS ARE HUNTED DOWN
BLOCK TEAMS ARE ESTABLISHED IN EVERY CITY AND TOWN
BLOCK DIRECTORS HAVE SPYING DUTIES THE MAIN IS TO REPORT
ANY SUSPICIOUS MOVEMENTS OR ACTIVITIES TO THE CITIZENS COURT
EMPLOYMENT IS TERMINATED AND THE ACCUSED SENT OFF TO A FARM
WHERE POLITICAL VIEWPOINTS ARE ALTERED TO RENDER NO HARM
FEAR OF DEATH AND IMPRISONMENT IS SO DEEPLY INSTILLED
MOST MINDS ARE CONQUERED ONLY THE STRONGEST HAVE WILL
THIS IS THE REWARD FOR SEEKING FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION
A PSYCHOTIC IDEOLOGUE MADE THIS LAND HIS PERSONAL POSSESSION
WE SURRENDERED OUR WEAPONS BUT MOSTLY OUR IDEAS
WE’RE COMPLETELY DOMINATED AND RULED BY INSIDIOUS FEARS
LOOKING BACK IT NOW SEEMS THE REGIME WE OVERTHREW
WASN’T AS BAD AS WE THOUGHT, WE WERE ALWAYS ABLE TO MAKE DO
REVOLUTIONARIES THAT FOMENT CHANGE USING THE GUN
WILL STILL BE ARMED WHEN THE FIGHTING IS DONE
STUDENTS OF HISTORY ARE SMUG AND QUICK TO UNDERSTAND
HOW THIS BEAUTIFUL ISLAND WAS COMMANDEERED BY ONE MAN
SO MANY WERE MESMERIZED BY HIS UNENDING GLIB TONGUE
LIKE DEMONS CALLED STALIN, HITLER AND MAO TSE TUNG
THERE ARE MANY MEN LIKE THESE IN EACH GENERATION
PREYING ON THOSE FEELING OR PROMOTING FRUSTRATION
THESE VILLAINS ARE LAUDED TIL THEIR MOTIVES COME CLEAR
THEIR MAIN WEAPONS ARE TERROR AND BONE CHILLING FEAR
THE MASSES WILL DEMAND A PLEBISCITE AND NEW CONSTITUTION
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN WITHOUT A NEW REVOLUTION
THE LOSS OF FREEDOM DOESN’T HAPPEN OVERNIGHT
IT DISAPPEARS AFTER EACH UNCONTESTED LITTLE BITE
THIS IS A WARNING TO ALL THAT ARE FREE
DON’T THINK LITTLE BITES CAN’T HAPPEN TO THEE
ONE COULD EASILY CHANGE A FEW LINES AND ADD A FEW DETAILS
AND COME UP WITH RUSSIA, VENEZUELA ,CHINA ETC. A GLIB TONGUE
AND A TIRED PUBLIC ARE EASY PICKINGS FOR THE EGOMANIACS
IN THE WORLD. THIS IS ABOUT CUBA
She claimed her rights as a young lady
And in the coming years a woman
She don’t want to be an endangered species hunted by violence daily
She got rights too…she’s a human
Stand against this bliss
Gender Base Violence a sure diss
No more verbal abuse, emotional abuse or physical abuse
It’s your rights to reject abuse, so claim it, good news
You can only be his victim
Only if you allow yourselves to be used by him
You’re no longer going to be told…shut up!
You’re worthless, or what you say is meaningless…Just stop!
Or you’re stupid or call you names to graphic to repeat
After that, he says he loves you you’re so sweet
Well, decide today…that behavior is unacceptable
The truth comes before the love…Whether Sharon, Susan or Mable
Cause if he truly love you
He won’t want to abuse you
Are my words credible, Gender Base Violence become a label
Let’s take action and fight with all our might
“Claim your Rights”
©Copyright November 28, 2011 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
When chaos brings civilization to its knees
From world wide pandemic critical disease
Or when a tsunami consumes everything beyond the shores
Swallowing the landscape and changing life as we know
Earthquakes shake the very foundation of this world
Or an astroid penetrates the cradle of birth
Bring us back to the primitive unleashing the truth
From the umbilical chord we are more ferocious than rabid wolves
And we will kill fellow man just to survive
Or just for the desire of taking ones life
What is compassion but a dead corpse on the road
Adrenalized by fear no time for sorrows
No need to worry about a world war zombie apocalypse
We're already flesh eating monsters wearing dead skin
Most people panic when they lose internet or their lights
Autonomy is just a word most people can no longer define
And your money isnt worth *****so forget trying to buy
Your way out of cleansing while you run out of time
So learn to die well and hold your loved ones real tight
As you pray that your death will let you ascend to new heights
Beans, bullets, and bandaids are all that I'll need
To keep population zero from taking over me
**** being hopeful could we really be so naive
To think that in these days we could some how find peace
When our mother earth gets restless and releases all of her worst
The only thing more destructive is our human nature
I do not know?
We are the same.
My brother and I.
So what causes such an outcry?
Upon my brother's return.
We are the same.
My brother and I.
So why am I hailed a hero?
Upon my return.
We are the same.
My brother and I.
I am a vicious man.
My brother is a vicious man.
We are the same.
My brother and I.
My brother is in shackles.
I am smothered in medals.
My brother killed two.
I killed two hundred.
That is where we differ.
My brother and I.
Murder is a sin of the very worst kind.
Unless you murder in large numbers.
In your country's name.
So many things that I'm unsure about
I've lived a life uncut
Could not erupt
Till I was cured of doubt
A sentry watching a century pass
I've learned a lot
It's been a long way
from the halls of elementary class
I've been a loner
And I've been a stoner
I've studied Plato's Republic
Read both epics from Homer & loved it
I've never been shot
Hopefully I never am
My only goal's to improve
You can't find yourself
a better man
When it's all said & done
I'ma give you 100 percent
Raising the bar
Cuz like you I'm just a regular person
I keep it real
You can judge me
Or call it rude
But life wears down to dust
100 years of solitude
Will change your outlook
Make you question yourself
Look for the truth
Don't rest till you've exhausted the proof
That's the path for me
Whether you think I'm right or wrong
Or consider my poetry blasphemy
Would you deny my existence
Like the loch ness?
Would you damn me for my past
Cuz my record isn't spotless?
Had my fair share of grief
That prepared me for despair
Followed by shock & disbelief
Children being blown to bits
Watched a nation
choose guns over kids
Almost no hesitation
Point was made
The matter put to rest & laid
Sent teachers back to school
to explain it to the 1st grade?
Racial issues in America are getting the best of us
You want a free country
But not for the rest of us
That kind of frame of mind
I gotta say's average
Our own government barely recognizes gay marriage
So how do I teach kids
Not to be prejudice?
When all they gotta do's log onto Facebook
is written on the wall of your friend's page
They say its their opinion
That's good enough to defend hate?
Try paying attention to the tension
I'm done praying
Men shun & it goes unmentioned
I'm just saying
Leaders with all of your veteran swag
How about you try restoring faith back in the American flag?
I'ma definitely do my part
To bring change
Speaking only what's in my heart
Don't make this a black vs white thing
Make it a wack vs right thing
That's how I'll honor Trayvon Martin
The hate of knowing
The sad hopelessness vivid
My country still survives all poverty, famine, violence and injustice
Our babies crying for help
Their mothers seeking for milk
We pray to God to not forget us
But we neglect all good thoughts and ideas
From nothing to say
Much less to aspire
We wait for the bruises and blood
Of a conspiracy, nature and nation convicted with bad signs
Beautiful and healthy people getting richer and aligned
But the real women and men transpire to get their work done and effort assign
Still, we imagine that the government is too filthy for change
Wondering if our parents want their grandchildren to suffer and fight for something that they already claimed
Stop these new developers from changing the world into a large network pacific spy station
Real kisses are no longer the achievement of the lovers and romantic flames
Oh, if these words mean anything
Ask them to be warriors of the everyday customary pain
The Crusades Began a Holy War
Which Continues to this Day.
We Kill, and Kill, and Now it Seems,
This shall Always be the Way.
One Side Scores, the Others Die,
Then the Cycle is Repeated.
It never Stops, It’s never Done;
The Battles Grow More Heated!
The Way to Peace, it Seems so Clear,
Is not Through Senseless Slaughter.
I Appeal to All, “Please Quit the Fight!”
Save our Sons and Daughters!
To Find Our Way out of the Dark,
We Need only Seek the Light.
A Solution Lies within our Grasp:
Forget who’s Wrong or Right!
This God or that, it Makes no Matter.
This Truth I have Acquired:
Be they Different, or the Same,
The Gods would Preach Cease Fire!
"There must be some kinda way to find out here"
Said the seeker to the stealer
"There's too much confusion
I'm struggling to be the reveal"
"Conglomerate men, they drink my wine
Politicians dig my earth
None will level on the line
Because none of them are worth it" hey
"There is reason to get excited"
The seeker, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel our governments a joke"
"Now you and I, we've lived through this
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late", hey
All along the watchtower
Liars kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
The C.I.A. did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower on that tragic September day
We need some investigation, for someones has to pay
Now you and I, we've lived through this, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, before this generations to late
We will always remember, and remember who we lost that day
We need some investigation, for someone has to pay
All along the watchtower, a nation in mournful cries
We are not so blind, it's amazing what you can see when you close your eyes
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower
James, we lost you in Kensington, England. The Star Spangled Banner will
live long in your past. I can't say the same for some of your American so
called country people. Thank you for allowing me to gracefully use . . . .
'All Along the Watchtower' it's blatantly obvious someone was not.
To all the lost in the 9/11 tragedy, my thoughts will always be with you.
All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix, with some lyrics changed
They said they loved me.
Then, the metal beasts came, soaring over me
Heaping dust and blood on our city streets,
As their lethal load hit like rain sheets.
I watched their love puncture the city walls
And sever the sinews off the boy and his ball
Leaving the mother crying for her son, then his dad
Till her tears meant nothing in the wailing myriad.
I saw the hate build with each blood drop
Drawn from the soldiers and innocent. Drop
For drop, survivors intend revenge upon this love shown:
This false love which spurs only hate till we’re all gone.
The class clown
Made society Frown
Should put his *** down
I know barely anything on politics
And this fake satire
Isn't the proper attire
For whats up
Don't take a sip from my cup
And open your mind really
stop being silly
I make kids laugh
As If I'm a sexy giraffe
I'm really the plague
Hitting the young youth
Just grow up
and Drink your own cup
*habebty: arabic for my love
*context: this year (2014) is the third anniversary since the egyptian revolution
Friday, he told me,
"Tomorrow will be a sad day."
"Why?" I asked.
"The anniversary of the revolution."
When I had google searched "january news egpyt"
the day before to see if any new protests had occured to
block the streets and make him come home late,
the results still showed the carnage of three years ago.
There would be protests tomorrow.
I asked him if he was going to work.
I wouldn't tell him
Not to go to the protest-
I knew I would have gone too-
Shouldn't I support what he believes?
But then I think
Bloodstains on streets
Littered with banners
Like the departing souls
Of the martyrs of the revolution
Riot gear uniforms
Beat down protesters;
They've sworn to arrest
Anyone protesting today-
I ask him where he is.
"I'm home, habebty."
He's decided not to go
Since he thinks it's wrong
To celebrate on a day
So many have died.
I breathe again.
Nearly 50 died that weekend.
I got to hear,
I'm home, habebty.
We are down on a sandy beach
And our legs dug deep in the sand of pain
Left stranded in the sea of sadness
The night of destruction falling on us with extreme darkness
Hovering on us the venom of evil
With rain drops of blood on our land
The storm getting heavier by the day
The flame of hope blown away by wind of wickedness
We live in a country where no one is safe
Where death darken the sky like an imminent doom
Where the majority live in ardent poverty
A land where corruption is at its peak
Our leaders the master chef to all our miseries
With eyes of blind spot to the need of the people
Deaf ears to the cry of the innocent
Blind eyes to the sufferings of the poor
The beat of political madness stirs in the air
With sound wave of pain to all the citizen of the land
Human lives valued only for a couple of coins and a few naira note
Innocent blood shed all in the name of political game
The taste of power and excessive desire for wealth
Sum with their selfish and political greed
Puts our dear nation in a state of unrest
Children of innocent souls being tortured through burning knife of evil
Leaving the youths to live their lives in fear
Our girls are no longer safe to go to school
Terrorism the bad sweet smell polluting our atmosphere
With it effect on us an horrible scar
People being nurtured to the highest point of hatred
With every of their road leading to violence and terrorism
Little by little we are losing our national pride
Our economy dropping faster than the speed of sound
Our leaders failing in every good sense of leadership
With the interest of the people far from their mind
From the cry of the rejected and abused children
To the tears of the suffering and confused adult
Same questions comes to the mind of every nigerian
Why do we have to suffer this much?
Are our leaders so blind to see that the nation is on a downhill of destruction?
How long will it take for them to hear our cry?
And what will it take for everything to change for good?
I guess only God has the answers to all this questions
And the golden key to our freedom
All will have to do is to keep praying
And keep hold of our little flame of hope
Cos one day I believe everything will change for good
A bird flying in the Sky
Can be evidence
May be blind
While the justice disappears
Over the point of view
Down to as a whole
It may not downward
To sit with them
Sticks on the sky
Flying without aim
Looking back and at
The theories of peace
Word to word
Weapon to weapon
Blood to blood
Hand to hand
To fight and to celebrate
For a happiness of the end
Epic turns pages
Freeze Rivers of universe
Melt and flow
Pouring human blood
Turning into “Red Sea”
Uniting the sea of whole
Glory and power
Will of desire
Bi- tri – polar
Toast for over
Encages to piece
Die and cry
Carry on why
Heave a sigh
Bird you and I are misguided
Media as a medium
Is as a message
Hegemony of the God
Of several hands
Udaya R. Tennakoon
The prince loves his princess and their guillotine
It came at a handsome price but that’s alright
Stars and moons are laid before her majesty
Heads roll when she lifts her dainty finger
Of course a palace complete with moat and fleet of carriages
Are added to their cause through strict taxation
And beheadings are in season
So says the majesties
The kingdom population must learn to love the royals
Die for them without delay
Regal matters call for such sacrifices
So stretch the necks, pray and say good-by
Decapitations are the order of the day
His lordship and lady require your property as well
Compliance with their wishes is deemed correct
Her ladyship hates the poor and all they stand for
Common folk are not real people after all
A disease, common bugs in filthy clothes
She deplores them for no reason, one and all
They simply are beneath her, that’s all she knows
Ugly creatures, born to meet the guillotine
Inferior for being who they are
In need of extermination with a single slice
Natural selection and the royals have a common cure
The lady adores no one other than herself
Mirrors placed about the palace testify
Vacant stares illuminate her image like a super star for hours
The prince by her side, both glowing in raw power
Happy in each other’s plans for more than just romance
The poor must never know what’s up when blade comes down
It would tarnish the regal blush and glow
And heavenly beams reflecting from their halos
They are more than simple prince and princess
But criminals in the making, living in excess
Advancing to the throne through deaths
Killing peasants on a whim as they progress
Subjects learn to love their rulers
Torture and theft is how to keep the peace
Release the poor from properties and life
In one clean sweep, heads rolling on the castle keep
Fear holds people down in social order
Wealth and happiness must be maintained
Prince and princess love themselves above all others
They have no complaints
The church and state though disagreed
Placed bounties on their heads
For crimes against humanity and vanity
The royals will get their final wish
To stay together; egos, beauty and all
Not within the kingdom walls, but outside the boundaries
Dangling in the wind, blessings from the pope
Government approved rope to help them swing
Hanging side by side for all their sins
Close to the cemetery
Blowing regally in all their majesty
Outside the royal limits of propriety
Man whose that chick over there repping blue
thinking she can come up here and mess with my man.
Don't she know who she's messing with?
i got to show her wassup.
Can't come up in my territory
thinking she owns this place.
Who she think she is?
Such violence rises
Gosh that chick over there
look like she want to start something.
Need to call up the boys.
She don't know who she's messing with
and what she's about to get herself into.
Do she know who I am?
As these gangs and violence mix like water and oil,
full confrontation blend and war is reborn.
This division of color
leaves them blind to see what is really there.
To see who is really there.
More people die everyday
because one person chooses to allow that effect,
chooses to allow that resentment,
chooses to allow that hatred.
Red tears fill the ocean young souls swim in
just because, YOU claim another color.
May 19, 2007. I was murdered on the front steps
of my door. My little brother still remembers
the day i fell on my back.
May 30, 2007. I was murdered at my niece's birthday
party at the park because THEY thought that
I shot HER.
My last visual was seeing her blow our her candles
and making a wish.
June 1, 2007. I sit here in this room.
Between two cousins, two lifeless bodies.
One shot at home, the other shot at the park.
Such lust for regret represses