A BETTER PLACE by Tukur

A BETTER PLACE
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Having heard musings and songs
As sung from the troubled notes
Plus corresponding vocals
Singing of a better place.
.
Tears swim along the tear-glands
To confluence with emotions
Breeding so-pathetic blues
Translating displeasured looks.
.
Despaired by this ‘better place’
And the way it’s cursed by words
From the orifice of lords
Who encourage awful odds
.
Micheal meant to heal the world
But his health could not allow;
The earth within his good heart
Constricted by strangled dreams
.
He had been dead and long gone
Since the time he peeled his skins
For his nose was thus too wide
To dine with the pointed ones.
.
Nelson too took fearless steps
Fighting his way to freedom
But this freedom wore its doom
When abused by Sodomy.
.
Lincoln meant to liberate slaves
From the shackles they demand,
In the manners they imbibed
The ills and wills of their lords.
.
Before and after these men
Power yielded treacherous forms
Only to bequeath these genes
Onto offsprings; countless times.
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Who dare look into the eyes
Of a law which never sees
When the judges’ hands are tied
Their discretion fail to thrust.
.
Loot, steal and squander billions
Bill some thousands to be bailed,
In so far as you can sit
Among those spelling the codes.
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This is not the case with those
Who, out of their penury,
Are forced by dim circumstance
To make a means out-of-law.
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What role do I stand to play
In the obscene scenes as seen
Like the men who married men
And ladies who courted same?
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Barter your distinct organs
To achieve your gender-dreams
Becomes order of the day:
Ask Bruce or his ‘Catilyn’.
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Each religion turns its back
Onto each other to please
A God which cannot be pleased
By the caprices of lots.
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Slithering innocent throats
Shelling displaced citizens,
Even homes of refugees
On the scene of martyrdom.
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Every uttered speech as meant
To make a change, and repent
From all bashful, erring deeds
Fades away with time, and dies.
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Hopeless and hapless we are
In a world of class conflict.
The haves are the winning team
Have-nots cannot beat but join.
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Perhaps, this is the heaven
Altered by their handiwork
How better to make this earth
Than what it has come to be?
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Labyrinth of cursed victims
Devoured by the jaws of time
For the time is on the verge
Of an end ready to start.
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#O’real
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