Uprising

Times are hard , crops have withered

Life equates into nothingness

Past seems haven

Present a living hell

Future an undying death

Eagles fly over lands

Rivers of blood flow

Reapers come in masses

While good men stay mute

People die in heaps

Prayers to dementors lie unanswered

Silent rebellion brews

All the while cruelty grows

Naive offspring questions senselessness

And death creeps everywhere like shadows in night

Reapers become a blessing

An escape from chaotic madness

Good men rise up

The forgotten gain heart'

Caesars reek of fear

Lambs are sent to slaughter

Last uprising is crushed

Leaders turned into slaves

reapers become a blessing

Life equates into nothingness

Past seems haven

Present a living hell

Future an undying death

........

Oh I sit and wonder

Looking over to the million dollar poster hung over thebroken thing

With a feeling that something is not right

What would it feel like to have a pocket full

To have a stomach full, more to buy more

Fully stitched clothes covering the malnourished body

Spending few to buy materialistic happiness for peoplearound me

And yeah with the rest, bills will be the best

That day that time will arrive

Others will be happy to see my wallet

Wherever I will go, they all will stand and notice

And I beneath happy, will be free to throw a sulky look overto they

Ah! I will attract you to me

Throw some diamonds free with plastic card

In a warm home with lit chimney

Will make sweet romance and I with you always

It’s foolish to think all this right on

With this lowly pay and huge bills

Yesterday gave my dream job interview

And today waiting for something to ring