Restless Me
Night rests heavily upon my head as
daylight creeps slowly into my bed
searching for a shoulder to lean on but night kept
staring in my face lashing out at me without an embrace
The sword of time is piercing me from behind
Morning is dragging me to and fro
And I still don't know which way to go
Night comes alive and lit the promiscuous sky
Forbidden torches sprang up in the air
drawing unruly crowd far and near
Marching fearlessly through the quiet town
chanting wanton slogans all around
Traffic jam, people pushing and shoving
swirling angry words at one another
Blood runs down the narrow ally
staining the dry cracked ground
while souls are weeping underground
Bodies hang aimlessly from trees
And the clan marched vigorously down the street
with guns and sticks twisting in their hand
screaming and shouting racial slang
This rage has been welled up for years
hiding in the bushes and casting shadows
resurrecting the tyranny that has plagued the mother land
They cover their heads with white sheets and
and kneel in front of burning cross on top of the hill
America has betrayed her values
Her sons and daughters have lost their way
and indoctrinated with ideology that will soon pass away
Fear is running down their sad faces while
the group with white sheets create havoc in the streets
The Gods cannot find a place to breath
Nature is burning with heat
Black cars strolling up and down the street
Looking at the oracle on top of the hill
I am twitching and turning
And the fire is slowly burning
Morning has come and gone
And a new day is dawn
Finally I can find a quiet place to sleep.
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