"lalaby" poems
Sweet silver tongue
Builder of hope and of Nations undone
Whispers of light against the darkness beyond
Oppressive dictators, shackles of freedom with the tune of a hum
Hum sweet silver tongue, do you tire to be a rudder
Sailing your ship through the cracks of instability, tearing down a sister, or a brother
Setting up systems, to rob child from their mother
Foreign lands now discovered, shackled hands, the nations dollar
When you’re sitting in your palaces,
Sipping blood from your chalices, made from labour of your educated salve, indoctrinated ways, disseminated lies- made to believe these shackles are made to save
Sweet silver tongue, do you blame the throne or do you blame the song, do you blame the culture gifted from generations gone
Do you blame the man upon whom this title is on,
Or do you blame the nations lalaby to the newborn, “live for today, tomorrow may never come”
Price of admission
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 4:22 AM UTC
my previous relationship... full of darkness but I sat still and held on to the light behind me that I could barely see, I lost myself slowly and got consumed by your sweet words (lies), my face faded and the light from behind me was shining on your face making you look godly, perfect, kinda like the art you make, beautiful, you're talented and even though you broke my heart I still can't help but compliment you.
Everything was perfect till you mentioned her name and spoke about her like a sweet lalaby and continued to lie, saying deceiving things "I don't like her" "she's just a friend"...
she came along like Becky just without the good hair, she was beautiful though, "was" because she's dead to me.
The picture I saw of you with her broke my heart and that's when I decided to turn my face towards the light and walk away from you, turning my back towards you. You used to be so godly and now I see you like I see Judas
Defeated!
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC