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Daragh Farahmand Poem
Winter has come
water banks freeze
colorful sun
drift away please.
smoke forest calm
not a sound made
frost covered palms
snowy mountain fog fades.
Little marshmallow snow drops
arrive and fall, come with me we'ell ascend
through the cocoa plants stunned crops
the coldness, old mighty nature please befriend.
golden spiral artwork of nature
within the deep land lies the bitter
like the summit, so major
always frozen the sun shines, ice glitters.
Hush now follow me
into the wild devoid of humans
seize my hand leave reality lets flee
be my crewman.
we can now sail our ship
can't forget your thinking hat
let your mind unzip,
but i'l tell you now, we may never make it back.
sorry, that's how nature just is.
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Daragh Farahmand Poem
Days seem so bright yet lie so dark,
the rich and poor,
we all leave a mark,
why the ones who cause war,
the ones who lust the greed,
the power,
Just let the poor feed,
those cowards,
hiding behind the curtains of the devil
you cant level.
Made hatred upon the middle east with propaganda and lies
but you might not know the truth, i despise.
They try to change their religion and take all their oil
but their telling all you people that their protecting their soil.
USA even took a part of their land
killing and forcing the innocent into poverty
making Israel,
dropping the rest on the sand,
this is robbery,
society lied to me.
I could go on and on
about the things i know
but that wont change this c'mon
even the medias so low
there's a candidate who wants nothing but peace
no war,
all he wants to do is feed the poor,
hidden trough the media not allowed to speak,
now everyone thinks he is week.
The two party system,
both the same,
no wisdom,
and its a pain,
they wont let him be elected,
it will screw up their plans,
our nations being wrecked,
we need a new pair of hands,
this is only the beginning,
and its wrong to keep someone from learning something.
so lets get our freedom back because its gone,
and now the only way i can express whats true
is from writing this song.
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Daragh Farahmand Poem
Poverty.
Hardship and suffering
all behind society's eyes
raised by the ghetto
slums cracked lights out
scavenges for life
its gone.
The same face in all places
no father figures
can't support, gone
moms fiend for crack
the silent killer
hard to take, reality hurts
the youngest
nothing lives within him
unloved, felt like a colorless weed
wants to develop
a beautiful rose
society wont let
its a cruel world
only the streets
resist the temptations.
Death laid outside his doorstep
waiting to grab the innocent beneath
Gang life sleeps in his thoughts
trying to fight the opposition
a deadly current war.
Getting older
need to make ends meat
but how, never given a chance
selling drugs only option
need to feed his children
and in his mind
nobody cares
people just stare.
Treated as the fungus of earth
and all this money
soldiers dying, the devils agreement
army of weeds, never stop regrowing
power making more poverty
not spent on the poor
only used for wars
its sad.
A war on drugs
to fight them off
but they made them
dirty tricks, crooked
and deceived
and still we don't change this
mankind has the say
not the rich.
Children screaming, not heard
tears not felt
like a raindrop with no splat
it always keeps raining
in his eyes.
People so caught up in the power
like a wolf fighting for its food
wraps around the minds
changing ambition to greed
Just share
then i think things would be fair
for all the bad acts
its countless.
Going through his mind
all the times he cried
number of life's he lost
early deceased
in the penitentiary
trapped left to die
a fly under a glass.
Certain peoples cause
an act with no redemption
soon to burn in hell
tried to deceive us
saying they were against us
causing pains and misery.
A secret war
an epidemic
propaganda in its finest form
defying the innocent
minds controlled
eyes turned, no notice
no justice.
It goes on and keeps on growing.
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Daragh Farahmand Poem
Money
influences everything
except your emotions
taking over
my state of mind
like dictatorship
color black, why is it
I fear the future.
Mama tell me she cant
holding up too long
Eviction,
Like a slap on the face
My family worked so hard
but so far to go
money swallows the faith
makes people hate
in that upset state
i just wish
that one day comes peace on earth
but that wont come
till the earth is in pieces.
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Daragh Farahmand Poem
Billy sold drugs,
started making money.
He held it in his hand,
like he never had it. he hadn't.
Police pull the cuffs,
never given a chance.
Straight to cells with you.
His tears fell lile raim drops.
His past, the poverty.
witness to violence daily
Dad left, mom fiend for substance.
No lights, no heat, no love,
Only people there for him,
The criminals and drug dealers
listened to him, noticed him.
Is it hit fault. Now deseaced in jail,
Or is it his moms fault, neither,
It is the power and greed,
Give, give, give,
Push, push, push.
Wall street.
Still their heads up high.
Trying to make the most of his faith.
''those people'' throwing their dreams
away.
The word thug portrayed by the media as
the scum of the earth,
Reality check. Thug definition,
Had nothing,
Became something.
Billy wants truce, but that will never
happen.
Peace wont come,
until Billy gets a piece too.
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Daragh Farahmand Poem
Rap.
Mistaken by many,
Left Behind, old storage of our minds.
Used to express,
pain and poverty,
Sleeping, one eye alert, the slum reeks,
Like a wasteland.
Hand on the .44,
No money, No family.Just the thugs and
the ghetto,
the deceased memorys.
Lyrics spoken, poetic geniuses.
Words of wisdom,
An art at its highest.
Explaining,
Informing,
Death hid in the streets.
Crying to mankind, help.
Like all poverty, left to die,
Screams silenced by fear.
Boycott by money media,
I despise, propaganda swallows the
thought of mankind, Killed the rap,
People did not listen, people did not help,
People forgot about them. All to blame,
the ones who judge, stop looking at the
cover, open and read, listen and learn.
now the new generation of rap,
Processed with money,
Lyrics with no meaning,
Girls, money and power.
Why not frowned upon
Why the rich succeed,
But the poor cant be freed.
Sickens me.
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