The headline told a lie, hiding the scratches of a failed government
We crave for redemption yet we are the sin committed
A suffocating truth carved against our egos and pride
Awoken from the slumber we are forced to dine in, to seek a light
Before you raise your flag in the street
Not a wish nor a prayer but a request that
Flashes of unattended promises from the manifesto blinds your path
Capitalized lies which stood the taste of corruption and laundering caress your choice
Millions of death pools stealing our guts, leaving us with sealed lips tend our wounds
Do you still want to raise it?
Before you raise your flag in the street
Not a question but a simple reminder that
The pay you received stole your pride
Taxes climbed the mountains touching the helm of hunger
You sit with unanswered questions begging for sleep
Void fills your heart, hope is lost
You made the choice
Rethink do you still have a truth?
Before you raise your flag in the street
Hang tight with the answers you gave your mind
Kisses of impotent words will slap your  cheeks
Promises will pat your back and money will grace your pocket
Instead of dining with the moment to impoverish the future
Do not raise your flag
But before you raise your flag in the street
Death never tastes good until it is felt
Another needs to live.

Stacks of currencies are littered everywhere, his affluence depicts his personality
Stationed at the highest echelon of the society, mischievous premier of the economy
The youths are tools for his snap, going down the lane of delinquency
He tosses them at will, giant explorer of the weak willed
The hangman hanging their destiny
Thrall, underprivileged class of the society
Walled up in oblivion, depreciating hope of a better tomorrow
Dressed in shreds, hunger and death our daily meal
At dusk we feed rats of the street, our slums is the garbage bin for tomorrow
The horror of the morning is waking to find a dead kid wash offshore
Living in fear of the unknown seconds sustaining each day
Lying in the most of coziness
In fluffy beds, wired machines life leaves him
Blaring ambulance conveys him to the morgue, still attended to as the high priest
Embalmed with costly myrrh, he is taken for internment
Amidst tears and wails he's gently lowered into that dark room
The one room he never had
Beings scattered with crawled limbs and infested mouth
He passes on from the forlorn to yonder, lying in gutter, under bridges
The privileged of us get to have our relatives, others are found in cemeteries fed on vultures
No mourners at our graveside, forgotten before dawn
Still the one room we never had
Society gapped our lives with class
Death humbles us breaking the tags of importance
We are equalised, affluence and poverty disperses
The dark room of solace our abode, putrid we become.

Everyone is in a battle field ,the course depends on which you wrestle against
Beings with baremouth filled with uncouth language surrounds us
A frail and feeble cotton mind buried in lies they pollute our lives with
Staining my hope for living
The stage gave me strength
I too am a fighter
Multiple eyes plants on my skin, focused on my lips as words made way
Whilst I rendered their world silent ,with truth flooding my eyes a disposition that raises brows
Gender suppression
Color oppression
Body shaming
Cultural and religious diversities
They are nothing but challenges to live better
Creating a world outside the beliefs and customs we're taught to  live by
Besides there's no blind thought in the room of wisdom
Today the sun rose earlier than it did same day last year
A beautiful reminder to the oppressors
An eccentric spirit I have
Who have wandered through the years of judgement fighting the course that had me in bed during dinner
Past tags there's more to be felt in human society
Representing the downtrodden with vain and Lain hearts
Transformation is found in each of their belief
A hope of arrival
Alongside an end to the death stakes littered in our hearts

I will borrow our time
Those wasted on the shores of love
Believing you'll be mine
Hold me at the end if it rips you apart
Everyone needs to know about us

Borrow me your smile
The gay robust cheek when you pluck flowers
Watching my daughter from the window do same
She's you, I see myself too
Our mistake she wore, now my pain she is

The squishy sound you make at night
After recovering the mails I never saw
The doctors said you would live long
I believed we would stay
Now I have just words to eat

It rained the day I lost you to her
Same the day you tore my clothes in the street
I let you fill yourself in me
A bare floor I am, lost my glory to you
The rain is a curse to me

I would have loved to borrow you and time
For a night to talk about us
To spare me the pains of withering everyday
Like the flowers my daughter picks
Now I spur myself to the bliss of life.

I found myself on loosing you.

We had a fight
My drunk neighbour and I
I am a bottle of whisky
Or should I say an empty bottle of whisky?
He took me from the counter
He looks rich
Uncorked my pride with a gold ring
Sitting in the middle of the bar there my problem started
The man sitting next to him called me *****
A brand of champagne he had with me
Should I generalize what he said?
Will other bottles feel offended?
Why make wine superior?
Beer is for the bothered
I help you stay off your wrecking mind
Safe from your own illusion
Why talk about me?
Angry, I spilled on his trouser
The bar man helped me win the battle
He cursed the little content in me
Drained my pride of liquor
He never failed to talk about his family
His abusive wife who beats his ***
Now it's time to go home
He threw me to the wall and I felt my body break
He won the war.