of the silent resentments, harbored for so long, of the toxic air, evil in its many forms, breathing in, breathing out, day in , day out, silent, silent, without a word to say, afraid & insecure, of the consequences at bay. where is this, fervor of independence, when you find yourself shackled, from head to toe, where is this, freedom of speech, when every resistance, is quashed at the feet, why do we having this, longing for power, that we be reluctant, to give up our precious seat? where is this democracy, when criticism, you cannot tolerate, creeping at your feet, this farcical illusion, of an independent state, when we be really chained within, what direction we be heading at, when our hearts are corrupt within? if only we could, spit our venom of hate, of harbored rage, & designed ill-fate, see you burn, in your high chair establishment, melt the constructs, borne of your corrupt state, it’s venom in our eyes you see, of our rage within, flowing freely, each of us, collective, in that state, for we’ve seen your true colors, nowhere to hide anymore, shattered, the illusion, of peace & prosperity, when youths are martyred, in acts of depravity, still you silence, our freedom to speak, the nation you plundered, now left us, the sinking boat to drown, in the storming sea, what use is merit, when there’s no avenue, to express freely, cash-machine institutions, churning out degrees, of packaged education, like factory assembly lines, where is that capacity, to think freely to write freely, to speak freely, that signified our nation, marked our independence, as a proud nation, it seems, it seems, we have lost, to the cycles of power, lost in our joys, & numbing pleasures of the hour, too damn to care, too lazy to think, our own cycles blinded us, trapped fully within, so no use writing, when we ourselves are corrupt within, love to play the blame game, instead of clearing our impurities within, big talk, big shows, an output of zero, when in our own lackings, we be deficient, so how will the collective fare, as time flows, & the evil not lessen? how long will this go on, our own weakened state, let alone lift a finger, fail to even utter, syllables of venomous hate, feel we, berserkedly helpless, against the perception, of an imagined might, but it be an illusion only, that we’ve seen, to be shattered overnight, so time may have come, to shed this skin, of Orwellian fear, & take the bold step within, shunning the what ifs, it’s not as dystopian, as we perceive it at state, but the imagined realities, of our heart’s inner state.
Venom
Venom
Venom
of the silent resentments, harbored for so long, of the toxic air, evil in its many forms, breathing in, breathing out, day in , day out, silent, silent, without a word to say, afraid & insecure, of the consequences at bay. where is this, fervor of independence, when you find yourself shackled, from head to toe, where is this, freedom of speech, when every resistance, is quashed at the feet, why do we having this, longing for power, that we be reluctant, to give up our precious seat? where is this democracy, when criticism, you cannot tolerate, creeping at your feet, this farcical illusion, of an independent state, when we be really chained within, what direction we be heading at, when our hearts are corrupt within? if only we could, spit our venom of hate, of harbored rage, & designed ill-fate, see you burn, in your high chair establishment, melt the constructs, borne of your corrupt state, it’s venom in our eyes you see, of our rage within, flowing freely, each of us, collective, in that state, for we’ve seen your true colors, nowhere to hide anymore, shattered, the illusion, of peace & prosperity, when youths are martyred, in acts of depravity, still you silence, our freedom to speak, the nation you plundered, now left us, the sinking boat to drown, in the storming sea, what use is merit, when there’s no avenue, to express freely, cash-machine institutions, churning out degrees, of packaged education, like factory assembly lines, where is that capacity, to think freely to write freely, to speak freely, that signified our nation, marked our independence, as a proud nation, it seems, it seems, we have lost, to the cycles of power, lost in our joys, & numbing pleasures of the hour, too damn to care, too lazy to think, our own cycles blinded us, trapped fully within, so no use writing, when we ourselves are corrupt within, love to play the blame game, instead of clearing our impurities within, big talk, big shows, an output of zero, when in our own lackings, we be deficient, so how will the collective fare, as time flows, & the evil not lessen? how long will this go on, our own weakened state, let alone lift a finger, fail to even utter, syllables of venomous hate, feel we, berserkedly helpless, against the perception, of an imagined might, but it be an illusion only, that we’ve seen, to be shattered overnight, so time may have come, to shed this skin, of Orwellian fear, & take the bold step within, shunning the what ifs, it’s not as dystopian, as we perceive it at state, but the imagined realities, of our heart’s inner state.