(Humbly dedicated to the 'modern superstitions'
and the racists who are worth the Ridicule.
Though with a gentle heart ;))
The vanity of colored countenances ,
I do not know how!
But have butchered many dreams of our brethren.
From times that have been called Modern.
The first world ,then there is second
And then there is third!
The classes of colors and castles of uselessness,
Age old stupidity ‘colored’ with new spices.
The Houses that are white!
And the House That are black!
But None House here for man
And this filth that governs OUR clan.
Inside the unholy holies
Lies a spirit of Books that divide
Slowly poisoning the young minds to wars,
And every heart is scathe with scars
When the darkness falls over the human shadows
Even the darkest desires of men become invisible.
And in that Blank chapter of history
Many unspeakables are written in red.
I have seen many eager prophets,
No different than ordinary men,even worse
Because they have secret sanctions
For the sins that are of ‘divine force’.
But Mother doesn’t like a single child any special.
And The Earth is mother of all
And we are raised to same stories.
believe us,all mothers have same worries.
In the civilized men and women,Though.
I saw the hound dogs ,
Killing the law of truth for fun .
They have no idea what they have got.
On outside they are all smiling
And with books of justice of device
But Inside there is the proud devil
And the crooks and the malice.
Salvation is false story
Truth of your heavens is always gory
And the talks of oneness ,but mere talks
As long as this modern superstition walks.
As long as this coveted pride divides
Two brothers houses
There will be the slaughter of Mankind
And whichever side that wins
The loser is always The Man.
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