Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Death to the Gunman

I apologise for the language used here, in case people find it offensive. It’s just a way of expression.

From head to toe, soaked in innocent blood
Silently stood the political whore
As the noose drew tighter around his neck
For the chaos he brought to the country’s shores

Some claimed he shall go to Elysium
Those stakeholders of terror
Elevating him to a heroic stature
Out of a whore, they made a martyr

I call him a whore, not out of whim
But because he played one, right to the hilt
His loyalty for sale to the highest bidder
With no conscience, no semblance of guilt

He begged for mercy
The moment he was cornered
After four years of seething anger
The nation’s will has been honoured

However, it’s not the whores we want
The pimps are the ones we seek
To hunt those down who make these whores
To make a brighter picture of the bleak

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Let there be light!

In the silence of the night
A shattering noise blares out
It calls out to you, my love
Of that, there can be no doubt
Is it the sound tearing through
Slicing the status quo to shreds?
Or is it the sound of a heartbreak
The one my heart truly dreads?
I know not and neither do I
Have the courage to find out
But it’s stifling me from within
This nagging, lingering doubt
Caught between the devil and the sea
This agonising discomfort of helplessness
Where are you, the light of my life
In these dark moments of duress?
These ceaseless hours of speculation
Seem like the wait for Godot
Hours, minutes, whatever it may be
To get through, I don’t know how
I've always been a warrior
I will not go down without a fight
Even if for you it’s just a spectacle
One performed for your delight
In my moments of solitude I've often pondered
Why am I still in love with you?
My heart has often wondered
Yes those moments of togetherness
Brought a surge of elation
But I wanted it to be so much more
Like result in mutual amelioration
I hope one day, soon enough
Our viewpoints concur
Decisions are not strewn all around
But we sit down and confer
I wait for our day of union
I wait through the cacophonic silence
Till that moment, every moment
A test of my love, my resilience