Words oF Wisdom
Not just blood flows from your heart when you are hurt, Words too will flow...
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Saturday, May 21, 2011
break up
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Who am i?
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Birthday poem
Friday, April 1, 2011
Walk, smile and sing
Friday, March 11, 2011
Dial M for Murder
I can’t find the Lord
God has deserted this forsaken place
Money, Sex and Drugs rule the world
One might get drunk and rape a girl
Cut her throat and throw down the whirl
One might get angry with her husband
Take the phone and dial m for murder
Throw the money down one’s throat
He will kill his brother and gloat
Keep a finger alert on the trigger
Never know who sneak up behind
Don’t care about going to hell
It can’t be harder than this wretched land
Can’t put an end to this suffering yourself?
Pick up the phone and dial M for murder
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Epitaph
I am just going to take a bit long
To right wherever I went wrong
You walk ahead, you are not alone
For we all will take this road soon
Since you can’t stay longer in this end
Move on, meet all the lives that was spend
I’ll drop an honest tear to mark my word
Beneath the rainclouds, lies the grave yard
Here, my friend, with you rest my tear
As long it stays here, never you fear
Friday, March 4, 2011
Fight we must
Now is the time to wake up my brothers
Time to break the stupor we have been cursed into
We have to rise in unison today
And end the rule of tyranny.
Let us forget our petty differences and worries
We will rise to claim what we have been denied
Let us turn the course of this dreaded way
The way we have been living so far
Whatever may come, let us face the heat
And step in for one last stand
We might not be the same in color
Nor in the gods we worship
We may speak different tongues
But we are united, we have been wronged
We have been in chains, tortured and silenced
Let us wake up to change that all
We are no more scared of the whips
Our war is against the hands that hold it
Today we are not the ones who are afraid
The dogs of the tyrant will get their share
Finally they will lose the control
If the murderers block our rally
We will spill their blood and soak the streets
The vultures will know that they are not steel
That the lead can pierce their skin too
Change the days where we get no justice
For the governors have gained our distrust
No police will unlock our chains of slavery
It is our own job to break the shackles
The lives of our fallen comrades will be avenged
We will turn the fake white flag red with our blood
In the square we gather, under the sun we toil
The next dawn we will be free, but fight we must