You say I’m uncivilised because I chose to protect that which seem so commonly uncommon
What a treasured pursuit in a strange escape, old culture dying miserably
Murdered by the introduction of a new culture, created by those who are afraid to be insecurely secure
Amid this new age
Only the uncivilised can civilise the uncircumcised
Morale depletion has instilled
reductionist and materialist debouch,
champion by a new culture
That is seen as an invitation to feel our way in the ruinous perception of a Machiavellian mind
unscrupulously dangerous as self-exaltation Is celebrated,
unravelling times solemnise the failure of a civilised nation and
2020 can testify to this notion
Some say this is a mirror that divulges our human imperfection
voices are breaking in silence
Whilst silence is being broken with voices
This crumbling narrative is now consumed by some voiceless nation
Where our values are defined by self-promotion
yet, still educatedly uncivilised
imprisoned and Hypnotised by the same Placebo of freedom,
destroyed by madness and starving nakedness
victimised, penalised and criticised
By the same culture that promised to
Protect them but now dismissed and despised
How can we not question the
the questioner\'s questions?
Everything seemed to act just like a drug.
How can we reimagine ourselves in wold so nakedly Painted with dirt?
unmasking this moon hidden behind
The mask Is treachery to a masked generation
Where myth and dreams converge.
Rather than a fait accompli assertion
We can see our fate without its mask.
The uncivilised are
holding vessel for multiple voices,
Beauty is it truth, truth is it beauty
In suffering, we lose ourselves to true human values
life was Complicatedly Distorted
My best was badly reported
The more I tried sorting things out,
The more it gets complicated.
Couldn’t change it, best leave it unsorted
Trapped and confused in oneself
realising good is not rewarded,
becoming a hazard to oneself is
Crying for help misunderstood
Best leaving it unsorted.
My story has been miserably reported
Painting pictures of a dark soul craving for Attention
My good and bad deeds never got recorded.
My mind and thoughts all distorted
I see your lies already recorded
Your violence has resorted,
My knowledge is distorted.
Easily influenced by money, power
and respect, unfortunately, your care has departed
I pray you to change before disappointed.
In this dead zone, utterly alone
With no alliance sorted.
Twisted, confused and contorted,
Life couldn’t be fair, a gem gets aborted
A murderer is born, evil gets rewarded
This puzzle is disturbingly distorted
Though my salvations worth more than gold, yet can’t be rewarded.
We took things for granted,
Now our dreams are hunted,
Confronted by the same false emotions, we took for granted.
You had everything you ever wanted
The freer it was, the more you took it for granted
don\'t be sad cause you\'ve got what you ever wanted
Don\'t feel bad or be disappointed
Standing stuffed like a soldier undaunted
Never cared, never wanted,
why are you so disappointed?
Haunted, taunted, that’s what you\'ve
The hunter now becomes the hunted
And here comes the dark darkness you always wanted
Temptation took over it And now you’re haunted
you set yourself apart, No fingers need be pointed
In a mile of blue lights, guns are pointed,
toward the enemy within most wanted,
You were always confronted
though You took it for granted.
My bad rhymes were ungracefully plotted,
to suit the haters most wanted
Now secluded, guilty and remorsefully Disappointed