"Poems after a cup of Coffee:
Of Tears and Revenge"
As the fools rejoice few wept,
And in their grief I hear devils laugh,
And on the corner as one grieves,
Wolves, Jackals, Crocodiles, devils all in jest.
The few mourned for their country,
Whilst the fools, along with others cheer for their leader,
One of them made mischief on the concerned,
If not driving the aware into suffer.
Such saddening and risk filled times
Has made I, concerned to a conclusion
That from their sorrow breeds will to resist
Willing to draw their weapon as will pleases.
Right is the sage who chose not to concede
For him the struggle is by all means.
It is created out of your love
The honour that your brought
Despite the tumultuous times
Of horrors that you sought
No matter you face the fears
You tend to overcome with hopes
No matter wounds scarred yours
The spirit continues to linger
Your desire for freedom cannot wither
No matter how the order tries to expunge
Be it by slander or torture
By the blade or by the bullet
That tries to put an end to the struggle
A person may gone but two, three may take over
For like the seeds will grow and overtake borders
Be it from the border walls to the sugarcane fields
The flames of hope will rage further
No matter how oppressors try to "control"
This rage will grow overtakes their terror
Let the sorrows pave way to strength
As from the fields of fallen more will come
Whose honours, valours are driven by love
That will overcome the terror from those claiming to be from above.
The lament continues as the people
Heard every report about this present matter
Of seeing same old people
Prevailing after casting lots and collected after
No matter how it is rigged, full of blunder
Brought about by this wretched order
Just to maintain the foothold like before
Trying to be evermore
The meaningless statements been blared throughout
So is the calls from the concerned about
Of halls starting to be marred by scandals sought
Brought about by winners who are rascals trieth not
The failure of the conservatives to maintain order as they see
Matches with the liberals who wishes to liberate, breaking free
The inability of self proclaimed progressives to progress
Is as same of those from the center who can't stay in the middle as if recess
The order continues to be marred by its monsters ridden
Of skeletons from its closets hidden
These and more trying to be countered by its own fantasies
Of realised fictions
Only to be ostracised by the concerned and the awakened others.
There will be more to wake
after these weeks of wake
As cries pave way from anger
No matter the order tends to break
There will be no romance nor ballads
Trying to snare us for chrissakes
Willing to turn upside down
This earth now hell no matter what it takes
We'll all back to the field, others to the forge
Take over the tools and prepare to face the horde
Plow the land, sow the seed, reap for tomorrow
Melt the ore, flow the iron, forge break the sorrow
Set the foundations as one breaks rules
Coming from those from wretched fools
Feel them the wrath as hope bring
As if after winter comes the spring