Well they called it a declaration
I called it an act of war
It was time for my litigation
Complained how policy was such a bore
You say it isn’t personal
But you follow orders as all
And I say you had to have some stake
and stand and hunt for a call
By taking footstep
There is no sound
And as we all slept
The children drowned
generations wasted
Motherland is crying
as the past is nothing but a failure
and shame on our present and future
I dreamt of the future once or twice
I remember she had the emotions of ice
she told me she was dieing from the
present that the past caused
Well I doing my best to make it right
Doing what I can to burn out bright
People frowning striving for some glee
In dismantling what I tried to achieve
As they waited in long ques of awe
Felt like I was two feet tall
And on that humid summer day
The hero hangs, dangles for days
By the footstep
You’d think we will wake
But on we had crept
So we could cry all day
The minstrel played loud and bright
The songs were filled with hate and spite
The Elegy was written out
With all the good parts for the devout
But when they read their morning news
The lies, the hate, it was no use
Like bubblegum all wet and chewed
We sadly got spit out, we would not muse
By the darkness
You’d think we’d get a clue
But Hallelujah
we simply have nothing better to do
For all my brothers and sister I salute your patience
For all the grown-ups out there I say its time to cross the message
That this is a new era where time had changed and so should you
Uniting for a common interest
we should form at some point
And rescue what is left from this sinking ship ...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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