The Burning Bush

the burning bush 
who murdered justice
I know is not us 
yet we are involved
our silence to brutality
is the prove 
the look away eyes 
is the evidence
we all are scared 
scared to lose 
what we already lost 
what a fear 
this fear keeps the brave 
in cage 
were he always lights up 
the burning bush

the burning bush
who murdered humanity
they said is us 
they blame our shadows
despite their reflection
keeps the bush burning
alive on our fingers
lighting up the bush 
day and night 
cos we need to be feel free
for a while 
every were the bush keep burning
in the east is burning
in the west is burning 
in the south is burning 
in the north is burning
all over the world 
they always lights up
the burning bush

the burning bush
who murdered the braves
who destroys our dignity
is not strange that 
they are not strangers 
any longer 
they are our very own 
their affliction are our bitterness
they got no soul 
our crys are their power 
no wonder they curse 
confusion on our hands 
full of lighters 
when we light up 
the burning bush
when we need to feel free 
for a while 
when we need the 
sight of God 
we have no other violence
no other crime except lighting up 
the burning bush

the burning bush
who murdered the herb
i swear they are out their 
they live in their high mansion
yes they can never go low 
like us 
they said we are criminals
cos only criminals could
light up the burning bush
arrest them jail them 
that is the order from 
above 
from those that murdered
humanity
those that murdered our rights
those that murdered justice
they are now in chase of 
the burning bush 
they dont want us 
to lights up the trees of life 
no wonder freedom is a 
calamity to them 
especially when we light up
the burning bush
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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