Of what essence it is
To fiercely assert a formalised choice
In the name of political honour
That produces terror?
I fight for my party to win
Yet us our country is between
The leaders and the led
Any need to fight?
Because her we have to as one ameliorate.
As simple as peaceful to vote
Just speak to the ballot box
Instead I've always caused things that box
My task of getting my boss there
At the height of prestige
In formulation of gangs of my fellow young dudes
To contend by physical exertion.
So funny!
It's now I realise
That the sons of those influencers are always absent
In our brawls and thugs
And in our forces;
For their fathers’ failing fates;
Like they have none,
Or ain't they our peers?
But they all do.
I see!
Ergo, I'll no more to vote fight
In rote we'll vote.
Elections are opinions, not dominions.
Categories:
formalised, 7th grade, conflict, courage,
Form: Rhyme
A god's dream is existence
In the hearts of these amnesic men
Most are insomniacs.
Lackadaisical,
whose survival
would always be undermined.
Then we colonize
Make them walk on their feet.
Blinded by their ego,
we neo-colonize
And I think, they still need to be recolonized
Gust of wind in them when luxury comes
Like an electrical surge,
they bring looted fortunes to us
Oh, a sudden rush
All, all, all of it
What surfeit! Clouded race
If you are white ,
you must be a supreme being
I am white
" formalised
" civilised
" plagiarized
" pride
" overestimated
" ..proud
What has Elysium got?
Good tidings?
Air food ?
Free jets ?
Sky cars?
Invisible structures?
We are making them
Trust me
We are making them !
Just as we made a car / a fish
Just as we made networking /a storm
Just as we made power / heat
Just as we made robots / men
Categories:
formalised, africa, betrayal,
Form: ABC