Some say take anger as inspiration,
I don't know what you are giving me, though
This inspiration to destroy own family?
Write and talk **** about my own family?
I came to be with you guys,
Now you have me thinking I should go for good,
How many things I could say, daddy
But I chose to be quiet...

And yet again it happened.
Your anger volcano erupted,
Because I had something to say.
Your own son,

I'll tell you what's on my mind. If you think we doing fine? What if illusion was a crime. Sure dreaming seems to be. Cause my country criticizes  in ink, Poets, writers, painters in a blink. My country that is confused between it's old and it's new. A tradition and knowledge gone, trying to find a new truth.

Seems we're always in a rush but never on time,
Catching the cartoonist was easy, a ****** or murderer takes time.
Forget about jailing politicians for their crimes.
Cause we all know that takes years and tears of time.
The comfortably accepted discomfort that grows.
From the potholes and bad roads now shooting rockets without checking pockets.
Left behind and ignored is a vast mass of people.
A basic requirement hard for them to get. Lives under threat. Somebody who voices out is shot in front of the crowd.
The crowd ignore, windows and doors shut down.
Cause within the confinements of the 4 walls I'm safe.
Now I'm like a pigeon with closed eyes.
Who believes the world's fine if I just turn the other side.
Well, good luck everyone, choosing what is right.

We see the future,
through the strokes of a painter,
the rhymes of a poet,
the songs of the unheard,
the pictures stored in light.
Stories black and white.

Every stroke I see, I see the color red,
Or is it black? I can't even tell anymore.
Cause everything seems dark.
When the writer reads his tale.
The characters fall apart,
The tension too hard.

Good things are for all to see,
But an artist risks to differ.
Grief, pain and suffering never left,
It has only gotten thicker.
Thicker is my skin, I blocked my mind,
So the future would never have to know.
We are way ahead maybe at the end of the line,
With more people, we're more alone.

Let me see through your eyes for a while.
Mine is lately filled with vile.
Everything seems black and white.
Reasons depleting to help survive.

I could really do with a new set of eyes,
If not, I'm going blind,
I know love is not eternal but  momentous or even need.
I don't seem to have the guts to take or get what I need.

When you small, no respect at all.
The older you get, you become useless.

There was a time when the old were wise,
And the kids they played.

Now we're pre-programmed what to say,
Listed what we can be.
Eat what they give us,
Even if it's off the plastic tree.

And the masterplan has thoroughly worked.
More than they would have supposed.
Encourage everyone to work as machines, try to be a machine,
You see, it becomes easier to control.

If I try to fight the fire,
It's known you'll burn me down,
Based on the strong desire,
If I try to know what went wrong.

Everythings a cover up,
The 3rd war's already up.
Fight the decieving light,
True light is never out of sight.

And just if I say something,
They all try to gun me down,
'cause for every face you've got a caste, creed, *** crown.

About us living an hoax life,
Whom we worship don't care if we die.
Celebrities treated as God the great,
They not allowed to talk, only wave.

My country still tries to reach the moon,
While 60% live without electricity here.
Everybody trying to keep with the goon,
Why care about the poor, the wars near.

Innocence to my first cry,
I first laugh, when u held me high.
Everything U did, was for me,
I breathed though Ur vine..
U took me in, U took me out,
My souls is a fragment of u,
without a doubt.
Be miles away don't worry Mom.
You taught me well,
Ur proud Son.
Missing you Mom !

Slow is the course of nature,
Slow is how we began,
Slow you'll see the birds,
Slow don't care much about time.

Now we created Fast,
and Fast is how we like going.
This Fast will keep you forgetting,
as Fast is already an occupied mind.

Fast don't care much about a Boat,
Or planting a tree or maybe fishing.
It just keeps us in the Race,
while anger surging for not reaching.

It keeps us forgetting the world beside,
And loose touch with the conscience inside.

While, few of us still like it slow,
Especially when we set the Tight-Stick a-glow :D
Not worry about past or future,
but nourish this present child inside.

Its good to calm down to a sound,
breathe an easy sigh while the sun goes down.
Now all that is lost in this narrow line,
Guess, this is all that comes with Time.

Is this how the future looked like,
when we were ploughing our lands?
The land where we always have lived,
The place I made my first stand.

History's always been disastrous,
The future was trying to make me understand.
but when I saw these foreign, murderous hands,
Shaping the scapes of my land.

My scream was silenced,
by the tanks and guns,
Had I worried they had
taken a wrong turn?

For the government already took what they could,
A foreign government in my land.
Destroyed all our grains and food,
A foreign government in my land.

My only hope is that world will see,
How doomed this occupation is,
My home was and will always be,
where I breathed my first and will breathe my last.

I never held a weapon
and never intend to,
But I will never leave my land,
This is my only stand.

Mountains, Mighty mountains,
and Mighty tress will all befall,
As this tragedy strikes,
Our mother, Mother Earth.

Lakes catching fire ,
No room for living.
U think we are going higher?
But it's our own grave we are digging.

Divided as we stand,
By language and land,
Killing each other for reasons
I don't understand.

Don't mind but religion,
Has been tearing things apart.
You **** his own creation,
In the name of God !! (Blasphemy)