April 21, 2014 § Leave a comment
Give me a bazooka,
To kill those racist flies,
That fly around spreading hatred.
Give me cyanide,
To poison those racist rats,
Who hover around and turn a blind eye.
Give me the licence to kill,
I would use it very wisely,
To wipe out the disease of the world.
April 9, 2014 § Leave a comment
Don’t come to me,
This heart is shattered,
It can not see.
Skinny dipping in a pool of silence,
It is too heavy, I lost my balance.
Refusing to stand up again,
These skinny legs are too tired,
We know, there’s nothing I would gain.
Don’t come to me, we have gone,
Go to them,
For I am not a closet you can pee on.
April 8, 2014 § 1 Comment
You’ve drained out my tears,
No! No! Not for the fears,
You may kill me with a spear,
But before that…
Tell me that I was right, my dear.
I’ve been invisible under your skin,
I look so small and thin,
The glare of your colour blinded them,
I was only a tiny sperm,
To them I’m invisible,
Or they do not wish to see, eventhough they were able.
When waking up costs so much pain,
I’d rather wasting my time in vain,
I would kill,
For a pill,
That would put me to sleep,
So then I do not need to weep.
April 8, 2014 § Leave a comment
To be a single fighter,
Fight to protect my dignity,
While I’ve got a knight on my side.
When mate and stranger,
Are always be on the right,
And it’s wrong to have the reason to fight,
Fight back for my dignity was in danger.
Then tell me when would I be right?
When the competition is tight,
“They should not make you cry.”
“They are only bunch of retards.”
Those what you can say, at least try,
Say that they are only bastards!
I don’t need you to punch, I can do it,
What I need you is to admit,
That it was wrong, the word, the action,
Not helping them to find justification.
April 4, 2014 § Leave a comment
Sit in the middle of a field,
A barren rocky field,
Dark cloud up above,
I see no pigeon nor a dove,
Wind is slapping around,
Dust flies over the gound.
Can’t I see?
Storm is coming towards me,
Nearest shelter is miles away,
Here I am sitting still and feel grey,
Don’t you know what is coming?
You’re sitting still and humming,
Let the storm comes,
You’ve still got my arms.
We’d be struck by lightning,
Your arms would be no good if we are dying,
I’d look for a shelter, I’m leaving,
Are you coming or staying?