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I am never jealous, but theirs an evil in my eye
Step forward and cross me, and soon you'll wonder why
No matter where you are, it doesn't matter where you hide
For I'm the clever one, who'll find you and watch you slide
There are some things that you will never own, nor I, so read my words
For if I have to find a reason, my actions are seldom heard
These actions I speak about, are the watching of your life fade
And the squealing through your last breath, your body in dying cascade
I am never jealous, but theirs an evil in my eye
Step forward and dare to cross me, and soon you'll wonder why
The world is small enough, it takes nothing for me to try
I can only ever promise, take what is never yours, and you will rightly die
They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong
they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.
fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you
we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews
racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did
amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy
yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before
todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed to instill pain
and un-trust to drain our resources from us
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers
you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq
Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time
and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him
My head is a box of secrets
My nerves are tuned to my dreams
If I could change this sorry world and
were to tell you of my plans
I would speak a universal language
If you heard my message and
came with your own secrets and dreams
I would be invincible
I am the gentle voice of Peace,
the the living symbol of Harmony
Friends resonate with my energy
My head unlocks the mysteries of life from
where the source gushes
I need the power of generosity
I need the art of forgiveness
The old house haunted by false deities all at
once fell down.
I found miracles in the dust, said
to be the hope of things to come
A good and abundant spirit
Ah, for a power to change psychic forces
My lady, the God of Storm and Frenzy is on the move
Mama his occult nature frightens me.
I am nearer to the truth
My poetry is an instument of grave importance
Goddess, I am- but not exulted
The nerves still strain for this sorry world
My wit is a power for change
Sweet mama, I have seen the shadow
I have been generous
I have been forgiving.
But still the world revolves around hatred
Frighten off Wotan !!! the unleasher of dark passions
Until Heaven and Hell collide
let there be no talk of Archetypal fate.
I fear the notion of a collective unconscious
filled with psychotic types withdrawn from reality.
Goodness must overcome - mark my soul
She was an estranged angel
On the backbone of a boar
She never put her hair up
Was a missile without a war
She broke a wild stallion
With the motion of her hips
She stifled a chameleon
With the color of her lips
She drowned a hundred hearts
With the ocean in her eyes
She never stayed for dinner
Had a trick bag full of lies
She's the chairman of your love
It's the least you stand to lose
Reinvested into futures
The kind you'd never care to chose
She shone just like a savior
To a crowd of men like me
In the dark and dreary alley
She convinced us we'd be free
She locked our souls together
With chain of solid gold
To wander through the streets
Starving, in love, and cold
On rainy nights she'd tell me
Of the millions she would make
We pounded solid granite
Until it'd crack, until it'd break
She delivered forty hammers
On a bull, without a sound
She had hundreds of 'em stowed
Somewhere buried in the ground
We bore our chains and sang it loud
We wrote a thousand songs
God save your children's virgin eyes
From seeing such a throng
She promised me the world inside
A thimble she'd unhide
Upon completion of a house
Built on the black hillside
She promised me so many things
I believe I did lose track
But if I could somehow free these boys
they'd sure be headed back
To living simple there in town
No vixen to demand
Just a table for to drink at
And to play a couple hands
But the hand that feeds the bread
Now riddled so with grubs
Would never be allowing that
A world with beds and tubs
Her power is a mighty thing
That crushes bone and brow
It brings one to believe it right
To stumble, kneel, and bow
We're just too worn and sore
To ever execute our coup
Best rest until the morning comes
There's plenty of work to do
Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday…somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one…
Another one lost…
I wonder what the cost of my life is
not to get too political…
But I want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money…is it land
I do not own any of them…I’m just a simple man
I remember…When I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmother’s hands…
But you ripped my away from her…From my home
you ripped my away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul
I feel helpless…I feel low…
It’s hard to play along when I know…I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love I gave.
When I look at my country…people I want to save
When I look around me…people I need to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
when the range of people is way bigger than you
Freedom…oh how much I’ve heard that word
Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd
when God gave us life…
He warned us only he can take our lives…
Oh Syria…my home
Oh Syria…my all
Oh Syria…what did they hurt you for?
Oh Syria…I’m here…I won’t let them hurt you anymore…
I am Proud to be your son…
In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die,
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown,
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…
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Through the fog and filthy air—
Which hurts my eyes just to see,
I come with something to declare…
I bring no one but myself; still, beware!
Beware of what may come after me
Through the fog and filthy air.
I come with bad news laid bare,
I come with lost souls—mad and hungry;
I come with something to declare:
Build high the wall, let them flare;
Lest all of them break in, running free!
Through the fog and filthy air.
Believe me what awaits out there:
They are not what they used to be,
I come with something to declare.
And, oh, I see them rushing from there—
Legion of hell which no one can compare!
Through the fog and filthy air
I come with something to declare!
They played reverse psychology with his mind
He felt so stupid
Like everything he had ever believed was a lie
The auras are bad, we continued to say
They are not good
Test the spirits…test the spirits
He went haywire
He pushed away
How could we blame him?
His body was not his own
Come to grips, we told him
The doctors don’t understand
But still we must not jump to conclusions
You are strong; you have God
The upper hand
If I lift this bed will you think otherwise?
Lift the entire world and I will see nothing of you
You are nobody compared to him in my eyes
Your wonders are for wonderment alone
You wander and then you stay
You prey prey prey
Those that prey desire nourishment
Those who prey lack strength
And to grab onto the youngest
Mistaking him for stupid and weak
That is below everything unworthy
That is just pathetic
Whatever you are
You are not him
And surely not worthy of a line of acknowledgement
You hurt my closest friend
And it is on
You will be the reason
The fire of my claws flare
You will be the very thing I will devour
It preyed on his innocence
It made itself his friend
Acting the hero
Burning him to nothing in the end
Come to grips, we said
No more writing
No more imagination
The auras are not good
He is not good!
Laura is not good!
Life life life is not good!
You prey on a sick, young boy
You are messing with a demon like me!
I will tear you to shreds for the next flaw you set fire to!
Believe me I will hide more under the timbers
And I will crawl out
Spewing perversity and hate
And drag you in with me
True colors will surround you
I realize you have the power
To kill my loved one
I stake alone
I hand the burning torch to you
And with fire surrounding me
I spit and hiss
Take me instead
I know you want all
And all live in me
You cannot turn down my offer
And I will destroy me
Who I ask will conquer evil?
Shall it be a King?
Shall it be a General?
Maybe a roman emperor in Nero’s robes?
Men at arms, defending what’s right?
For millennium many have tried
To bring good will and peace
Upon us all
Defenders of interests, many would say
Yet here we falter, as masses still die
Lennon in grave still ponders why
Prophecies of faith, are seeds that grow slow
The universe has time, for us human kind to learn
That wealth is not gold or silver or pearls’ so white
We fight battles, for lines we draw in the sand
All in the name of honor, the past and Clan
We must share what we have and honor all, in these lands
Will Buddha or Gandhi bring us this peace?
Can they fight without sword or men at arms?
The secrets to life are hidden in view
For it’s your child who will be savior
Of one and all
For the meek shall truly conquer
When a mother stands up against invading tanks
When a child says no to soldiers with arms
When children dance in the streets with joy
Against the war drums that beat nearby
It’s these small acts, which will win the day
Victory will be Malala's way
Never be fooled by a smile so dear
The meek shall be the army
To inherit this earth
Love truly will conquer all
You for sure shall witness all, as I say
From here or the heavens above
Melt away Racism – Zamreen Zarook
Various ways the populace onset,
Launching always begin with an inset,
Day by day every mind starts to feel upset,
But it is sky rocketing on every sunset.
What is the gaining out of this discrimination?
What is the meaning of this aggravation?
They find this as an anticipation,
But it is considered as the state of aberration
Tongue is given under an oath,
He gave hands and legs not to see you as sloth,
Let your positive mind handle them both,
Definitely it will wrap you with a golden cloth.
Show respect and be perfect,
Happiness and Elysium will be your deflect,
It’s the exact time to give the inject,
Then, there won’t be a single of deflect.