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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