What has happened to us?
We used to ride on the same bus
And we never used to make a fuss.
Domination, tyrannization, command and control
How we all long to be a part of the roll.
Is all of this really necessary, worth the while?
Can’t we all just be happy and smile.

I ask you my brother and sister, thee don’t bother
On the saying birds of a feather flock together.
But oh! How your feathers differ from mine.
Taking a very good look at back in time.
How I would want to lie
Lie about how I feel about a wee fly
As we all can see how high is the sky.

The sky that guided my ancestors
Through the mysterious paths of evil
How my entire life I compare to rents in elevators
Just like the well-known evil as the devil.
You curse upon my personality
Not considering your responsibility
To respect the one a head with wisdom
Because no cage ever gave freedom.

Yet then again I say sister
How do I find to see you as litter?
I turn to you brother
With the eye that doesn’t bother,
Bother to lead those that follow
Seeing everything ending in sorrow.

I turn to the both of with sore
And ask if you like to go to war.
Yet peace is not created by silence
Silence is a product of peace.
All you care about is the violence,
Can’t we live in peace, with a little tease?

I ask myself, who am I?
Knowing the truth goes beyond the eye.
You entertain the audience of demons
You ignore the wise words that summons,
Summons your mental to lay still
Better yet you prefer to kill,
Kill, murder, destroy, exterminate
To come across your errors at late.
You dig your mother’s grave
Not supporting the battle against shame
Rather, you chin sky up and down the pave
Thinking that it’s all just a minor game.
I beg of your abusive tongue to halt
But my sister your tongue is preserved in salt
I beg of your prejudice to stem
But my brother your pride is a fruitless gem.

I praise to the stars above
To bring about peace and love.
Most nights I doubt I’m heard
If only you were near so I can send a card
For I walk with a bleeding heart
Caused by wicked forms of art.

We really are just individuals
Not here to support any rituals.
Pain, anger, hate, no peace
Love, care, happiness not a piece.
Juveniles delivered from the same womb
How they bring out such a furious bomb.
Curses upon tongues, weapons upon hands
How the bearer must be falling apart
Like meteorite that damages our lands
How help struggles to find a start.

The tongue of the multi-shadow
How they bring about the hallow
The operandi we lived for centauries
Suddenly there’s no hope for humanities.
All I yearned for is the opportunities
Being crucified by tongues of the communities
I can only wish to become one of my kind
With ears that hear my words of pride,
With knowledge of leading those behind
Yet not detecting those passing my side
Struggling to fight against the tide.

Who am I? That is the question
I am a tamed savage
Here to release the tension
Here to rid of all baggage
I am one of those selfish

The wicked ways that we seek independence
That brings out our rotten confidence.
I survey you my sister
How you declare to glitter.
And I glance at you brother
How you can’t notice your stutter.
You claim to be future leaders
But are those the deportments of leaders?

My sister you are the sun
And you brother the moon.
I am the universe in which you run
So come to your sense hoping soon
So that war shall be done in goodwill
Not to interest those of depravity
To gather all darkness throw them down hill
To release any inferior immorality.