In a world of ills and strifes,
Of dreadful dreams and unholy thoughts,
Our sweats flow along side with our blood,
We strive just to be remain alive,
Without the knowledge that all is a badge of lies and deciet.
But do we really need to fall from grace?
Lest' we put down the weapons we fight with! ! !
Time ticks and waits for no one,
Days unraveled into weeks,
And months metamorphosed into years,
Leaving its trail behind like growth of an onion,
Shedding and adding up fleshes of skin for its covering...
Thus; we dine in that realm of chasing lies as the truth,
And languish in the pool of the deceit we've been fed with,
And for every passing of each day feels like a true fulfilment of humanity,
We then burn and waste away like calories of a giant,
Seeming like every piece of it dies in our expression,
And at the wake of the next morning,
If there are no lies in truth clothing to cook up for us again,
Then we are fought by them just to prove their rights.
Your lies are nothing but bullets,
Your mouth's but a gun,
Your voice's a trigger
And your words bring rain near.
Now in the tunnel of no better forward,
Or a peaceful returning to the begining,
Wasted years chirped through our ears, for it can't be retrieved.
But we know no war in anger would ever be won,
Lest' we put down our weapons we fight with,
Put off the fire before igniting,
And kill 'em all with a tint of kindness.
Yes! We kill 'em all! ! !
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem