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The Killers

The killers are not only those who bombed this nation
But also those who knew their hangouts and kept
silence

The killers are not only those who slaughtered 
humans
for religion reasons
But also those religion leaders who refused to 
condemn
the act

The killers are not only those who imported 
weapons of
destruction
But also those pilots, sailors, drivers, custom 
officers
who let their palms be greased to let them in; also 
those
who made the weapons; also those who sold the
weapons

The killers are not only those who kidnapped 
innocent
children and other men's wives
But also those who sponsored the wicked 
expenditure

The killers are not only those who disguised as 
soldiers to
commit genocide
But also those Generals, Colonel, Lieutenants who let
them had access to the uniform

The killers are not only those who ran away from 
their
responsibilities of protecting our lives
But also those who procrastinate or know what to 
do
to bring THE KILLERs and their accomplices to book 
but
refused to do so.

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Born Not With the Silver Spoon

Born not with the silver spoon
A tragic fact for the sprogs of the less
Through gloom and doom, the smiles persist
Amidst hunger and hardship, happiness insist
Comfort, like the rain in desert
Yet the heart is a palace of joy and beauty

Born not with the silver spoon
Inhaling the free air, almost a crime
Not sharing the street with the fruits of the creams
A law the sprogs live to defy

Born not with the silver spoon
Survival rests on the wooden spoon
Hope lies in hopeless mess
The sweat
The toil and moil
A saw for carving the golden spoon
A beautyful gift awaiting the unborn love
They shall be born again with the SILVER SPOON!

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The Return of the Master

The return of the master.
Sadly, it is not the master himself
It is the victim of the trade in the shelf.

The return of the master.
The man in black
Has a heart that's dark
To the race of the black.

The return of the master.
Gunless war to 'fashi' the evil of the master
Only for the warrior to turn the monster.

The return of the master.
The field dance
The sand prance,
Oh, the freedom return' to the slave'!
Hush! Presto, the prince kept them in the bitter cave.

The return of the master.
This master, unlike the first master
Laced with treachery that cluster.
Peace runs dry
Doom runs high.
The master with gift of the gab
Bitterness prevail
Way out, no avail.

The return of the master
The land dwells in the prison of its product
Awaiting the birth of new warrior with good 
conduct
And will he ever ripe to hand the land the real 
FREEDOM
from the master?

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Which Way From Here

An empire failing and falling.
A unity dying.
Our ocean of tears,
an impotent before the weak little fire of inhumanity.
Scarcity of peace beyond the notion.
Oh the song of bestiality!
Brothers turning preys to brothers.
The pray' we pray,
like water in the basket.
Brothers' blood, sisters' carcass flowing in the 
street like
"omi-yale"
The flame sailors are always ghosts!

Now and then,
heart's black and dark,
humanity's turning off.
The dreams we dreamed of
The hopes we longed for
Are flowing away like traveling river.

A three seater carriage of the empire's destiny.
Three places where three "differences" meet.
A road to unity and oneness laced with sacrifices.
Path to "my clan only" afresh it glows with 
sentiment.
Way to "pocketalism," wide and free with little 
question.
And here we stand again,
Searching our rider's eye,
Which way from here?

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Tears of a Nation

Far away in the heart of an island
On the precipice of a steep mountain
Stand a lonely nation
Ailing and wailing
Dizzy and giddy
His tears,
The ocean fears.

The sweet song of birds in the sky
Not a comfort to the bitterness of his eye'

"Venomous sounds of the cannon" in his ear
Fire of injustice and malice dance sadly in his hair
Pains streak and corruption in his eyes freely stare
So long a group dwell in the future
Derailing his youths their promising nature

The three marks
His three falling parks
Oh he's vaporizing!

The tears of this lonely nation
Flowing into the wide ocean
No sight of new messiah.

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The Strangest Land

Through the shadow I emerged
Far from the farthest I peeped
from gate to gate
from door to door
I saw a land
A green land
A strange land.

Aloof I stood
With sword dangling and clattering.
A war or a battle, I watched.
The weakest, a means unknown, slain the fittest.

The strangest land!
The strangest thing!
Praise and reward not for good deed.
'brace and hug, a gift for a proud Judas and 
champions
of evil.
The loudest you cry, the tinier the gaol.
A spiky bridge between the less and the creams.

In the strangest land
Solace rests in hibernation.
Wake me when HE comes back.

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Traveling Trouble

Traveling 
trouble
An 
unwanted 
guest of 
the living
On the 
air back 
you riding
Right in 
the heart 
of the 
sea you 
sailing
Virgin 
land a 
place 
you 
resting
Living 
road a 
path you 
threading
Your 
totality 
snap the 
world in 
unison

From the 
sky's 
wing 
coast 
down 
your 
terror
Ravaging 
the 
commoners 
- your 
daily 
horror
A siege 
to the 
peace
And killing 
it in its 
piece

Oh 
Traveler!
Drum of 
fear you 
beat in 
the 
living's 
heart!
Every 
nook the 
home 
you dwell
From 
coast to 
coast 
your 
danger tell
The 
smoking 
line of 
your 
speed
a 
dreadful 
wind the 
living 
dread 
and shield
The 
venomous 
sound of 
the past 
cannon, a 
sore the 
living kill 
to nurse 
and feed.

Blind eye 
a sight to 
the 
sacrifice
Appeasement 
and plea 
ignite 
your 
flaming 
dice

With the 
pure rain 
of fire
And the 
timely 
sun of 
pain
Do not 
dwell 
here too 
soon.

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Traveling Trouble

Traveling trouble
An unwanted guest of the living
On the air back you riding
Right in the heart of the sea you sailing
Virgin Land a place you resting
 Living road a path you threading
Your totality snap the world in unison

From the sky's wing coast down your terror
Ravaging the commoners - your daily horror
A siege to the peace
And killing it in its piece

Oh Traveler!
Drum of fear you beat in the Living's heart!
Every nook the home you dwell
From coast to coast your danger tell
The smoking line of your speed
a dreadful wind the living dread and shield
The venomous sound of the past cannon, a sore 
the living kill to nurse and feed.

Blind eye a sight to the sacrifice
Appeasement and plea ignite your flaming dice

With the pure rain of fire
And the timely sun of pain
Do not dwell here too soon.

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And It Came Falling

Choirs of evil with lethal guns or microphones
Drumming with bomb here and there
Rain of fear pouring on all and sundry
Going to farm alone,
A forbidden mission

Some child missing
The rulers kissing
Wealth of the nation the real thing they savour
"Dream on your bed and wake in the monster's cave"
The danger that looms

Tears of mothers in the forest
In futile search of the ribs missing
Prick the heaven in its honest
And it came falling

Falling,
The home is falling
The evil we nurse' and shield' falling
In pity the world' watching
No place to hide
Oh Saviour, take our side
Save us