The caos
How it became necessary that I come I do not know.
For almost twenty years All I knew was fun, fun, fun.
I was not told about other phases,
Everyone I know wore a smile on their faces,
Growing to become a man on daily basis,
Just staring at every with zero gazes,
And I was left unarmed for worst cases.
Where is the life I used to know?
When did it became the caos?

Now I am grown, images begin to form pictures,
I have been weaned from the allusion of years.
Now I am grown, with meaning to every sound, music no longer lay to waste around me, I understand the unspoken messages now.
Now I am grown, lost some friends and made new ones, I see beyond the struggle for the stick- sweet now, men want more than a stick they want the whole forest.
Now I am grown, wishes grew wings and flew away,  dreams became slurry, excitement turned disappointment.
Who would have thought that the once Rosy life would turn so messy.
Where is the life I used to know?
When did it become the caos?

Greed and selfishness became partners to power,
So many blind men pursuing it,despirate to wield it.
Bitterness and anger became friends to the follower, successfully taking away humanity replaces it with kin cruelty.
Hate called vengeance and together they visited brothers, inciting a cold war.
Lies took hypocrisy to pay a visit to the house of the Supreme one, met his Clergy and became his friends.
Where is the life I used to know?
When did it become the caos?

Blood over blood.
Skin over skin.
Black over black.
White over white.
White over black
System over standard.
State over people.
Power over Right.
Force over choice.
Merit over worth.
Where is the life I used to know?
When did it become the caos?

How it became necessary that I come, I may not know.
Now it has become necessary that I stay, stay to know why i came.
For every sweat that dropped in the struggle for existence. I will stay.
For every voice that was silenced and stuffed with grunt. I will stay to know why I came.
For every tears that rolled against the joy that would have leaped. I will stay.
For every believe that was jacked away and replaced with skepticism. I will stay to know why I came.
For every stronghold that was plunderd, exploited and bunt down to ashes.
I will stay, Do my part and influenced those around me to do it like we would have had it, because we must stay to know why we came.
It could stop to be a caos someday if we stay and stay to the course.

"No! No! This cannot be happening"
The words stumbled out as I tried hard to keep the sogged eye from draining
My vision became blurrer
And blurrer as I turned and run out of the house
Grabbing my stiletto as I did
Under the pear tree in the garden I stopped
And allowed the now heavy eyes
To drain the burning water
They flow on like pain from broken heart
Bitter and hurt
Bitter from the disappointment and forlon
From a mixture of shock, disbelief and loss
Served in a glass of betrayal and a tray of painful regret
I raise the dagger in a drunken cognition
For my sob now has become the cry of a damage soul
A disfigured spirit
I can barely hear them from without in the midst of the caos
Those little voices in my heard
Screaming out at me
Hitting ******* the walls of my mind
Pushing my conciense
"Do it!" one says
"It wouldn't solve the problem" the other retorts
"But it will end it!"
"Leaving bigger problems"
The blood in my head boils
The heat rising in exponents
The tension now causes my whole body to trob
To ache
My mind cannot hold it any longer
The quicker the better
I opened my mouth to say my final words
But all the came out
Was a scream.