POLITRICKS

The art is being misused By Loudest artist With voiceless vocals For they do it for the money And not for the love of it all So their voiceless vocals are only Pleasing to the heart in merry It’s not a poor man’s tale being told in music For the words aren’t thick to penetrate the walls built To divide our nations They call them class Where are all the great men who stood for truth and justice? Whose walk was Honest engraved in their foot prints Only God knows why they choose to live in such a Serenity place Did they give up to the grave so as to make their tales great? For their message is more alive than the living Should it be the opposite? Are we not tired listening to melody less music? Should we dance only to the rhythm that’s so foreign to our ears? And ignore the vocals that are message less Are we not tired of the echoes that confuse and deceive us? Or we choose to be merry for a moment and forget our sorrows? Speak up now or forever remain Silent