ODDY

A DEEP CUT IN OUR HEARTS

It's a deep cut in our hearts
When we remember the stiffy moment
That our dismembering was being threatened by your covetousness
Then your greediness appealed to our innocent ignorancies
Where you turned our faces upon kiss of midday sun
When you bought our goldies with silver pennies
Which we thought, would produce a thatchy shelter
Instead made a wretchy realtor, a kitty sty

We could recollect when desire rants and pants
like chasing rat,that prophecy negates manifestation
Even fulfilled dreams scatter and shatter like brokenglass
Ancestry flavour goes souring and soaring,
that deepen the cut in our hearts

Author's Notes/Comments: 

When a man betrays by his trust,he will live down to trust his own
soul

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IT SEEMS THE WAY END

Buzz, buzz like peasant wizard growl
The road seems end and the hawk feasts
There may be something hoofen around the flute
As though the wicked earth had deeped down

theres no read in a broad widen way
Only there a morsel of trodden tide
Apronized to the helpless mind
there also no man mean anything
Except one with amputated neck
filling around with sandy blood

the earth aches as the head wedges

Author's Notes/Comments: 

life of other should be precious as own life

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THE JOURNEY

When It Started like adventure of Astronaut
Who met cloudies beefing their security with darknesses
So as to berate and encamp him in its debris

The earth could not help but to laugh at man
Who seeing its nudeness when his eyes closed
Even the dust that could easily sprinkle beset
With its whirling and giggling like skyscrapper

The world could also not help but to sting the soul with its venom
Who dare the man who can embark upon this journey?
Where cactuses grow all around places with no shave haven

Life is a journey of mystery
Where one man a beast,another prey
Even world is no happy place but place of taboo
Where most things are forbidden while little are permitted
Where man restricted where he destined to live
Even though hardly for him to hatch his creature
From shell divinely created with his realm

So short the life,never long the live

Author's Notes/Comments: 

life a journey of illusion

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WILD THORN

I couldnt believe when you pierced us with your political thorns
Leaving our hearts to bleed like tree experiencing the brutality of cutlass
Irritating our souls like patient of Ulcer,we could even say,we,are

Because we could hardly satisfy our tummies
Where are we going,where are our hopes
Which you have slimmed with your selfishnesses

Where are our glories
Which you have dwindled with your greediness

Where are our richnesses
Which you have swindled with your rachetness

We do know what we worth
But your lies have switched to worthlessness

The day you set white boxes
We all thought you have white foxes
Which we dont know you are teasers

You left us with withering roses
That shone a while and tinted off in mazes

Now we just understand your faces
That bold but fill with trickies
So then we would face the hazes of your axes
Where you will clear away like cases

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A facts about the thematic structure of politics,where the rights of citizens deny

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CATS AND RATS

Are we not the rats who suffer your chases?
When you first sought our thumbs
With inks painting in either black or blues
We thought then that you would keep your promises
We were happy to bow down to your icy voice
Which took us to the polls where we signed our improvished contracts
With happinesses jumped at our cheeks like baby sees his driver

We even helped you to appeal to Heaven Artist
In order you to wear the Golden Crown
Because we thought you are the one
Who can set our souls free from penury's cell

But quite unfortunate you added salt to our soring injuries
Which seems to become unhealeable wounds
You betray our trust and dare our worth
like eyeserviced Amanda to Alex in Nikita

You steal all the means of our livelihood
Replacing our earns with collection of rubbishes
You eat all the meats and meals
We cook, still chase us to be the last to kill,we are quiet rats,who
Are helpless but you are wild cats

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A facts about the thematic structure of politics,where the rights of citizens deny

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