Situation inside Pakistan and India
Investigating agencies Police and underworld
They show they are three
They are not three two
They are united and one
They are friends and relatives
They are siblings under the table
They are enemies of the cross...
Note.Their God is their desire and their glory is their greed and their minds are set on fire to hurt People...
We are always together, We are one of a kind,
Three words describe us, Partners in Crime!!!
What to do about those under the table?
When those paying them are unable,
And have gone back to their scrabble.
Should we be worried they might become unstable,
When a constable is to us unreachable.
If an amnesty was the solution most suitable,
Would they deem that call trustable?
Doing nothing would runs risks considerable,
As desperate people become unreasonable,
And could make decisions that were once to them unthinkable.
Have we any room in our hearts for those now playing scrabble,
To see their actions as forgivable,
When they made some legitimate businesses unprofitable.
Then there are the businesses who took money under the table,
That is never counted as taxable,
And now can't be counted when loss of income is considerable,
Requiring a handout from those who deem it despicable.
Maybe compassion is the only thing thinkable,
With crumbs no longer falling from the table,
And we can leave accountability,
To a time when the situation is more favourable,
And our actions more reasonable,
With those now playing scrabble,
Or making a living under the table,
More likely to be amiable,
To a life that is sustainable.
the past was a gas
and hard task
so many made away
for us to have some say
those who live
some lives had to give
there who are able
tell you
can't pusth the
truth
UNDER THE TABLE
psst
psst come
closer cause
i know your type
can't seem
to write am i
right thinking
your muse left
you so oh
dear oh deary
do what to do with
out her inside my mind
i've got
a quick fix
just slip one
of these in when
in doubt
i'll try my best
to match your style
and mums the word
but it seems
you seem to
have some
sort of
conscience
and matter
of factuality
to some
degree of
something
higher then
your very
being
so be on
your way
for i don't
sell
to those
who are
already
slaves
Under any circumstances,
we do the best ... we provide
the possible to the impossible ...
We lend prestige to
who does not have ... we highlight the mistakes
we overestimate eventual hits
Correct systemic failures,
We grant "status" to those who do not have ...
All these things, quite discreetly ...
Non orthodox ways for facilitating, buying, selling,
nothing, nothing, nothing ... all in accordance
with updated interpretations of the acts and
procedures ... modern teachings of
political, commercial avant-garde ...!
PS any similarity is merely coincidence ...
under the table
eyes glow
whiskers twitch
mabe its the past
it was a hard task
to get where we are today
the prices some them pay
there are those who say
and are able
when like too and undo
we
CAN'T LET THEM
PUSH UNDER THE TABLE
some was there
much a where
mabe old
was part the
gold
for us to be free
be what we like to be
the help that wall
for us all
so if our able
don't let that be push
UNDER THE
TABLE
Under the table two souls go unfed
Under the table they pant as they beg
Hear a low whimper and a slight whine
Please drop a morsel it won't be decline
Under the table two tails wag
Under the table two doggies beg
One head pops up paws on the chair
Pleading with sad eyes don't be unfair
Under the table a growl and a yap
Under the table we want some of that
Food smells delicious we hear you chew
Come on up there don't be rude
Under the table a gulp of delight
Under the table two doggies fight
Whoops I dropped a piece of chicken
Harmony has come to an end
Under the table it's quiet and bare
Under the table only bottom of chairs
Two tails wagging heads in food bowls
Dogs eating doggie food chicken gravy a la mode
its a fact racist on that rack
didn't run out of gas
tho its part the pass
some in wheel chair
and they live nair
if able
pushing it
UNDER THE TABLE
its a fact racist on that rack
didn't run out of gas
tho the part the pass
some in wheel chair
and they live nair
if able
pushing it
UNDER THE TABLE
so much going on
and its wrong
some pretend
thats a sin
can't hide the truth
some did bad in there youth
now they stable
try to push the pass
UNDER THE TABLE
some refuse
to here the blues
about you and i
how some had to die
cause they made a try
to help other get by
now those who are able
trying to
PUSH IT UNDER THE TABLE
Under the table
I miss your hands.
I miss them silently gliding to find mine,
silently weaving your fingers to entwine;
my small hands waiting for your touch
stretching to reach you they don't ask for much.
Under the table
I miss your hands.
When laughter is loud with chaos above
your hands settle on mine, gentle as a dove,
and promise a sanctuary no one else can see
I miss your hands and their strength searching for me.
Under the table
I miss your hands.
I miss the refuge they want me to take,
when your attention demanded by all threatens to break
you have kept a room in your heart where only I can go
and there my hands hold you and through them my love you know.