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
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