This place, less stable than an earthquake
Leaders laugh at struggles, sipping dark red Sicilian
"Where's our newest martyr going?"
Because dead kids don't talk back
But little do they know, he's slipping out
Dug a hole in his cell like he's in Alcatraz
He writes me thoughtful letters, sealed with kisses
Blood of a warlord, said his grandfather's name is known
He thinks I don't remember poor sweet Giorgio
But that's fine, I suppose, he's only looking out for me
I'll sit beside him on the leather throne one day
But dead kids can't tell stories, can they?
So, he's been staying extra hidden
That way when the guards look over their shoulders
They see nothing more than a cloud of movement
Blocks their vision better than tear gas
God, his grandkid's a genius of a young man
They used to sing about half-hanged Giorgio
Now his family, they're dancing in the limelight
Cherishing those exotic genes, perfect for heroes
Condemned to fates worse than eternal torture
Now, as we escape into the starry sky
And I lean in to kiss him
Giorgio, you've got quite the grandson
Massimo, the love of my horrid life
My skin is aching,tender, loss has pierced
My heart needs walls, its boundary has gone
I miss the touch of love from him so dear
A belt of metal pins brought me tears
Why suffer this till I am quite undone?
My skin is aching,tender, by loss pierced
We forget that grief is close to fear
Then alone, we panic, what’s to come?
I ache without the love from him so dear
Psychotic with no unity, who steers?
My head is so remote,I have no plan
My skin is aching,tender, by loss pierced
Cursed be the One who made our sphere
Since Eden went,by so called sin undone
I ache without the love from someone dear
I should get my cell, like Julian
Hide inside the church wall, will Love come?
My skin is aching,tender, loss has pierced
Uncaressed by him whom I held dea
Slenderly community
The land of sobers
Enough for plunderers
Ground of Ivory
Home of diamond and gold
Is now Magufulized
No more embezzling
Lazy are working
Respecting their roles
No more liquoring
This is the land
We all dreamed by
Reviving the airline
Is the biggest witchcraft
7 wings were booked
5 have already landed
I enjoyed several trips
It is a miracle that exist!
The giant is shining
Suffocating capitalist
As much as fraudulent
For they are terribly squeezed
In jail cell like shanties
For they lacked patriotism
By smuggling national cake
Go Magu, go!
Dig down to their pockets
Suffocate them deeply
Till dehydrated completely
Do more, do!
Open the roads for business to grow
Build flyover for traffic to perish
Construct SGR for easy transportation
Do the stieglers to boost economy
Our thumbs are yours 2020
For ant corrupt Tanzania
Data theft on social media
Thief caught, confesses, apologises
Authorities pose questions, listen to answers
Q & A session ends, warned, asked to tighten lapses
Thief walks free like a king
Theft in a social function
Thief caught, confesses, apologises
Authorities interrogate, pin him down with crime
Remand ends, cuffed, send him to jail
Thief walks to prison cell like a criminal
High end thief is no thief
He is "framed and trapped" by others
Bottom end thief is real thief
He is "pushed and punished" by own hunger
One roams free, other groans in cell
Is this Earth I walk, obliged to my own two feet
Is the sky above, constrained to hiding my tears
Every loud roar, brings not fear, but peace
Just like the knowledge, that I fell deceased
Tell me, does a mother cry, when a child falls beneath
For if she does, forever shall I breathe
Through this agony and sorrow, through all the screams I hear
Locked in a cell, like the people of the land I bleed
But it is not my body, but my soul that is weak
It is not a way out, but strength that I seek
I wish a poet could describe this pain I feel
An artist to draw that night I fear
The echoes of all my peers
Fallen angels, victims to a disease
Too cursed to live, so blessed to leave
I wonder is it my destiny
Or did destiny flee the moment the first rifle sang that evil song
One by one, they were all gone
And I wonder
Is this world my own
For I feel, that I do not belong
whats' up wit that
standin on the corner sellin that crack
it ain't sittin right into the night
they come to you
moms' and babies too
its your call
do you wanna fall
into the cell, like the pitt of hell
when you face that jack
better watch your back
yo, Christ is real
he'll cut you a deal
he said come to me
what ever you've done, i want you to run
flee to me where u can be free
many may say it can't be done
you're one of his sons
an heir to a promise, a giver of life
be set free, you will see
repent today and see the way, let me show you in the word not what i heard
i know for a fact, he got your back, cause i was one who brought your crack
Absence of Hate
This man Anders a mass murderer sits in his cell like a gigantic
spider spinning a web of curiosity we get entangled in.
We ask questions he cannot answer, and if he could we would
not like to hear. Endlessly his case will go on learned men will
write weighty books that will create more questions as there
are no valid answers but theories of why the cataclysm happens.
Forget him as you forgot last winter’s snow, let him disappear
In the labyrinth for the criminally insane; and when he dies, this
may be sooner than you think, do not make a big headline out
of his demise. Let the parents of dead children mourn in peace.
How do you explain these emotions untold?
Wanting that one person to have and to hold.
These feelings within that i want to release.
Overcoming my body like an infectious disease.
Spreading through with every beat of my heart.
I can't stand for us to be this far apart.
These feelings growing stronger as the time passes by.
I have to get my mind off of you before I break down and cry.
It's all building up like pressure inside a can.
If I break down how can i even call myself a man?
Trapped inside this cell like a beast inside a cage.
Only the penitentiary can turn love in to rage.
I'm trying to hold back and keep this heart from growing cold.
Then again how do you explain emotions untold??
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