Winds were a force
Shook the trees
swaying the likes
Sudden
and uprooted
buildings down
and landslide
The nature at its best
and worst
accompanied by rains
disrupted the lives
the sea doesn't end or began
everywhere blue and grey
it was scenic devastation
the storm didn't leave
anything behind.

Supremacy is but a belief
held by the sleeping elite.
It’s the mark of Cain
the illusion that religion leaves.

Religion walks hand in hand with supremacy…
Us and them biblically separated.
Yet somewhere inside the spirit of human knows better.
Try to justify if you may.
But it is merely your soul twisting inside…

The goal is love
The roadblocks are our own minds
The programs of our childhood’s
Renders are spiritual eyes blind

Stumble as I may
My heart will never delay
I don’t want to be left behind
In a hell of angry rhymes
Hate is a war within.
It will **** you in the end

Surely the end is always near
When life becomes a disease,
death is the only cure
Sooner or later
all we loved will disappear
But you know
it’ll all still be here
all those things in life
we foolishly fear.

My poetry is plagued
by politics.
The activation of my activist
is triggered by injustice.
The conviction of my moral judgement is put on trial,
for all to see.
And so my spirit is free!