Like oxygen is with fire,
Mornings heat me up with desire,
Silencing my resistant,
Robbing me of sleep.

Like a case profile,
I’m filled with images
Emotions raise up to speak
I’m possessed by what I feel.

Like a man buried alive,
In the void of hope
They scream relentlessly,
For with life by association is hope.

Will I battle my mind, and risk the loss of my soul,
If I listen to it today, will I silence it as a bargain for sleep tomorrow,
I thought I’d let it be, and truly forgotten you
And yet amidst my bliss, you feel up my empty
Spread to my senses and manifest your presence
Scream out like a ghost only I can see…

Like the sun compelled by morning,
Raised shall be the voices we see in the silence,
Our words will be haunted by the souls of the lost,
Our mission, you will see, taste, hear, breath – feel

Like the sun waking up in the morning,
We’ll force our way outta the embrace of resistance
Foe are the thoughts that alienate good intention,
Forcing us to standardize to fit in, and look out desperately.

Like the sun, waking up despite the rains,
Battling against so many because the cause is real
With a banner in form of a rainbow to show you – through your ways – what we made of.
For like the ignorant, you trash before you understand.

Like a sun, through time
So modest in its ways, It goes without saying,
greening the leaves and causing rain,
another day, another dollar

And now that we know, we will speak of it…
‘Cause like a child who has learnt things they previously reckoned
we no longer just think there are ghosts, we know what they are.
May this knowledge; cause the artists to sketch
Compel the philosophers to brood
Possess the poets into speech
Reminding us of that which we already thought about
You didn’t have a solution then, maybe you do now.
How can we make the world a better place.