Thoughts after 4:08 AM
"Rumors continue to churn"
Rumors continue to churn
Trying to drown the truth
As the order and its apologists
Trying to counter the concerned
As all seeks truth from facts
Pave way to a renewed dissent
The order can't sleep for this
As whispers of truth became screams
Once fooled by those using words like "hope"
Of "change" not knowing they're coming from fools
Of words rather meant to snare us folks
By those pretending to be "along with us"
But no! They sidelined those concerned
In favour of those with interests
Hopes end rather deformed
By those uniformed, if not well-dressed pests
For sure we learned our lessons
That those we elected are bandits
All sworn to upheld a rotten order
At the expense of our dreams and hopes
Indeed, seeing those concerned in prison cells
If not killed in streets, described as collateral damage
If not justified by describing them as misfits
Hence be "purged" in the name of "peace and order"
For sure apologists will continue to churn their lies
If not exaggerating truths to their side
The way they claim theirs as "progress"
When in fact benefited entrenched interests
They will claim roads and bridges theirs
While evicting those from their lands and homes
What more circumventing, reinterpeting laws
Till enough to downplay our hopes
What more in this time of unseen pests
Whose illness created million deaths
The order turned this into opportunity
Limiting our action, movements
Claiming "this will lessen problems"
And using words like "Quarantine"
While failing us with half-baked assistances
And treating this situations as if that of killing misfits
Pardon for the thought but this what a concerned sees
Quite worrying if not can't sleep
The news churn full of complains and concerns
Ranging from vaccine problems to that of subsidies
The order claim "everything is under control"
If not downplaying every concerned's screams
No wonder protest actions occur
Despite threats of truncheon and jails
We all yearn for the fragrance of liquor
Of pleasantries resound in the air
As we had enough of orderists
Driving us to despair
We had enough of half-heartedness
That's being shown in their actions
We had enough of false righteousness
That's being shown in the screens
We all yearn for the breeze in the sea
Untainted by state led degeneracy
As we had enough of bandits in uniform
Making everyday an infamy
We had enough of elected assholes
Assuming to be "for the rule of law"
The way we had enough of open manholes
Trying to block our busy roads
We all yearn for based changes
As we all tired of their interests
We had enough hearing graves begging for souls
Yearning for justice against uniformed pests
Expect our works becoming daggers
Pointing altogether with orderists stagger
Expect flames of calls- peace, justice, land, bread
Expunging the threats of this "lawful dread"
Again, rumors continue to churn
Trying to drown the truth
As orderists trying to rally all to their side
In a time people had enough of inconveniences and fright
People now concerned as they saw truth from facts
Expect from them dissent in various forms
Not surprised as history again repeat:
That of a rage, disquiet, a raging storm
Let our joys prevail
Over the days of disquiet
The way love should matter
Even this nights of rage
Let the spice of hope, aspirations give life
Like the old colonel does his chicken
That though his 11 herbs and spices
Our hopes and dreams hearts and minds satisfied, even
I tried not to be a poet
But your love continues to blossom
Hence this work, as any creative thought
A result of your warming bosom
For the fact that you brought love in my heart
This gives spice in a lonesome mine
Despite the problems everyday to encounter
And the frustrations that marred life
Sorry Lacaba to use your words
For the folk had enough of being peons
Deep inside they wish for another storm
Against the dreaded order and its corrupt norm
Their drivel is that of hope and love
Even it requires an oil bomb to strike those from above
And be embraced by the warmths of their love and their homeland
Amidst the blows of the water cannons can't withstand
Love or any word can't be just a "good vibe" as one may think
Especially in a time this dreaded order made us freaks
Let our joy, love, faith, and hope vent our angers and frustrations
Till forcing us gone beyond enforced parameters, limitations
Let our blossomed minds, hearts, minds gone creative
From poems, songs, artworks, to that of oil bombs
Every tool a weapon, every action a storm
Altogether against the dreaded order and its corrupt norm!