Thursday, 3 May 2012

Train Poetry

Whoever said commuting couldn't generate creativity?


Us

Let's ignore the fact we're ignorant
disregard our disrespect.
Let's cover our covetous nature
and not despise sin we detect.

For our minds are weak and wither
and we can't control our parts.
Like a tiny wooden sliver
fear finds ways to stab our hearts.

Here are those who are embittered
soft skin hides a shell of steel
see a world thats grey and littered
merchants tell us how to feel

And every insult that has hurt us
Every gift that silence stole
Every lie told ever deeper
Has left a scar upon our soul.

We are a people of forgetting
Never lessoned to forgive
and in the heart of life, this dark mess
We've forgotten how to live.

Teach me again the light of children
of magic worlds in dull of day.
When I've reached the brink of breaking
please reteach me how to play

Someone reach into our deepness
and pull out what is within
for I know there's goodness lurking
suck the poison from my skin.

In the cities and the country
banish shadows from our prayers
we surrendered far too meekly
and what was ours fast became theirs.

Now let us reclaim our freedom
Dust our hearts upon the shelves
find our thoughts, our words, our actions
And through this reclaim ourselves.


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