Saturday, October 22, 2011
BEHOLD
Easy is the way of doom
free is the bait that kill the weak
lazy once sleep on a tattered mat
and woke up on a bed of rosses
flying high in the air
glidding through the sky
rejoicing, for his table been covered with fur
eating with all finger, like the king of rome
carried on a horse, celebrating nothing
sorrounded by ladies of easy virtues
like the mountain sorrounded by snow in the middle of winter
his apparel made from silver linen
dancing to the sound of a golden drum
in the middle of no party
your appetite has eating the king's delicacies
set in the bowl of deception
behold!
you are bait to the rituals of the power
behold!
you are laughing to the joke, that mock you
behold!
you are singing chorus to the crowd that hate you
behold!
you are been push to sing "i have power" in front of agamemnon
behold!
you are eating the fruit of no labour
like the fish been given earthwarm
behold!
free kills, loan enslaves, bills imprison
behold!
lazy man write your will
BEAUTY'S CHOICE
she is inspired by the wind
but cannot withstand the pressure of the storm
she is desired by the peace kings
but she salivates in the present of the greedy warriors
who hunt for more like the verocious termite
she is the illusion every minds posses
her beauty engross all eyes
she is mannered like the fable goddess
she is like the ripe fruit along the road side,
that every hearts wish it could fall on their palm
she had always throve with the heart of a dove
but now she is been throttled by the emotionless men of fury
she is weak but her soul is weaker
she play in the glare of her haters
it a pity little hen wish to play on the mountain where king eagle dines
she soon face the consequenses of love
tears fell around her cheek like leaves in autumn
she can't hold more in her chambers of secret
for she became susceptible to all abuse
they want it more but she bear the grieves alone
she is burnt by her community male chauvinism
she wonders if it's same God they both beseech
she had err and come short
and she was blamed like the tortoise who is a victim of all tales
my lady become a parable of wrong choice.
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