Wednesday, August 27, 2014

God's own country



Crush me, kick me, bend me over and screw me
Drag me through the streets littered with the debris
You have strewn over this land with your ennui.
For when you are a God in your own country,
It is upto you to murder my esprit.
What do I know, I just live here
Only to vote for you the next term.

Started well, you did my emperor,
By declaring the society Teatotalitarian.
Banning alcohol everywhere,
And branding me a drunken sinner.
The ones who raise their voices say
What about hooch tragedies? Are they insignificant?
You throw them in jail coz they are militant.

Next you’ll move on unfazed
To attack all things sugary
For it brings on poor health
And make us less capable of slavery
The ones who raise their voices say
What about our rights? Are they trifling?
You throw them in jail coz they are dissident.

On to media you shift your gaze,
To curtail all that offends you
For it brings on vulgarity in our minds
And make rapists out of all sons of human
The ones who raise their voices say
What about our rights? Are they not important?
You throw them in jail coz they are perverts.

What about the vehicles you ask then
Will you ban them too sir? for y(our) sake ?
For accidents kill and maim your people
Thus should be banned from existence
The ones who raise their voices say
What about our rights? Won’t they be considered?
You throw them in jail coz they are dangerous.

Take off all my rights one by one,
I stand in this throng among the helpless
Whom your power is crushing
In it’s deadly vice to our demise
While you go on deceiving yourself
That this is for our own good,
Keep in mind, we are humanity,
We fight back, we have always won
Every war against suppression.

Just remember, great leader mine
While you listen to the voices whispering
In your ear what route to take to rule,
Remember the same voices have killed
More humanity than any other disease
To ever afflict our nascent humanity.