Monday, 24 November 2008

Me too..

There are police cars

There's a chase

A black man is arrested

And they beat him to death

Later on they find out

It was not him

The description didn't fit

But the stereotype did

His widow pleaded for mercy

Fell down on her knees

All they could do is say sorry

And compensate her needs

It angers me when I see

Judgement on what color you were born in

And a voice screams repeatedly

"Its not my fault that I was born this color"

"It not my choosing to belong to this race"

Its a bad world

And sad for sure

For our eyes do not see

Our eyes are covered in decisions of our mind

A film that covers it from seeing

The beauties that exist

The beauty all around

The beauty in each and everyone of us

No matter what race, religion, country or creed.

For I hurt the same way if you were to beat me

And I would bleed red blood if you were to bruise me

And I have two eyes and I have two hands and I have two feet

And I celebrate birthdays, weddings and funerals

And I do get scared when the lights go out

And I do look on both sides of the road when I cross

And i speak, speak the language of pain and love

For I too can fall in love...

Wednesday, 17 September 2008

Why Should I Write?

Why should I write?

Whom am I writing for?

Is it for the rich who will read and forget

Or for the poor and illiterate

Is it for the common masses who worry about their daily bread

Or for the army soldier who has a country to defend

Whom should I write for?

What purpose do I serve?

What will I create?

Whom will I preserve?

Will the dead come back to life?

Or will people stop taking lives?

Will the innocent be saved?

Will the offenders be forgiven?

My heart pain for the ignorance

Because my ego allows me to judge and make decisions

My heart pains for the pilgrims

Who pray for all and still get slaughtered like chicken

Like chicken our feathers get plucked one by one

Not given a choice as to if we want to be naked

Like chicken we tremble in pain before being thrown into boiling water

Or be cut at our necks

One by one the feathers are plucked

Not knowing how to fly, we lose even the thought

The form is that of flesh and blood, oozes from every pore

And the smell of death to come hallucinates the pain

The chicken is killed for another chicken's gain

Meaningless it seems after all our existence

Darkness fall upon the land where we once fed

Grain don't grow into trees

Flocks don't run free

Eggs get crushed beneath our feet

Carelessly moulding thoughts into deeds

The thoughts that don't mean anything

Tell me again, Just one reason

Why should I write?

And why should you read?



Facilitate my existence 

For now I know no bounds to my desires

Facilitate my mind

For now I know no bounds to my ideas

But how swiftly the wind transforms

And directs and objects

To what you do

Just close your eyes

On the path you think you know 

And how gravity rejects you to the ground

How you flap your wings but know there’s no getting out

And in those attempts

You know you are not made to fly

Not on your own at least

But if you tried and tried

And you threw yourself from a height

You may just have come up with a way

To not replicate but innovate

To not imitate but create

And while everyone else’s eyes is covered 

By the air they know is there

You fly now swiftly

From height to the clouds to being free

Wherever you want and however you want it to be...

Friday, 29 August 2008

After I Have Run Through All The Defaults...

After I have run through all the defaults 

My solidarity secludes me tonight

And it is growing by the minute

Into this massive monster

With fiery red eyes

How conclusions I reach

And to conclude I fail

How the possessions I keep

And other possessions lost in space

How my bed swallows me deep every night

I stretch my arms out begging to be pulled out

But the dim lights in my room

Tie a dim light in my heart

And the streetlights that shine bright

Dance with the glimmering stars

No longer can I differentiate between dreams and reality

No longer can I appreciate right from wrong

For my human world is tangled in a mossy green skunk

That stinks and bathes them in vanity divine

And that drips and leaves a trail for the rest to follow

And their tails bristle 

The hairs stand up straight

A warning, a cold fright

Covering that bright red tail with a long black coat

No matter how night is the night

You can’t hide

No matter how bright the daylight

The mask is your pride

And you deem yourself human

And yes we are identical

And yes if you look beneath the flesh 

We are all skeletal

How deep do you want to get?

How far do you want to go?

The moment that the dust you breathe in

Will exhale and give up on you

How we live selfishly

And only for what we think is right and true...

Modern Day Slave

We think we are free

But in reality we are slaves to society

The everyday commotion

The pressure of earning more than we need

The wants and the greed

The claims and the misdeeds

We are modern day slaves

On a 9 to 5 life wasting away

And before we know it, we will be dead

Anything outside of that we fear,

Anything outside of our routines makes us scared

For our daily life depends on the banks and financial institutions

Who through their greed to acquire

Doom us into cycle of needs

The price for bread today

The price of gold tomorrow

Ofcourse we stand for our beliefs

And we fool ourselves into believing that our opinions count

But at the end of the day, the same idiots get re-elected

The same price rises promise to empty our pockets

And the stagnant pay

Keeps us fuming, and stuck and moulded into this modern day slave..

But opinions count

But definitely not today...


To say that we are immigrants

Is a dirty word today

To class us as immigrants

Is a way to discriminate

To move from movement to individual

To walk with guidelines and rules

To strip a man off his story

To strip a man off his identity

To strip a man off his individuality

To class him equally

Look into that man's eyes

They tell his story

Of his struggles, of his trials, of his failures and of his joys

What brought him here and why

Who saw him off and kissed him goodbye

Why would he leave his homeland

And head for the grey skies

Touching the soil he leaves

Entering the concrete ceilings

Look at the man and see how he compares

How he talks, how he moves and behaves

Are the steps we take, the footsteps we leave behind

A trail to follow, a country to divide

A land to conquer and dig holes deep

Who was here before you?

What did they leave behind?

Why did they leave for the new?

Was it you they left behind?


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