THE REVOLUTION IS COMING
Sometimes I sit and wonder
How a lot of things go here
A few tears here and there,
stifled laughter in the mix
and a sandwich of hatred in between.
I look in every direction
I see the revolution that is coming
Its end is nowhere to be found
Those who play its tune are hiding
for daylight is not the friend of a witch
There is chaos in every sense of the word
No one pays attention;
they wait for a mighty fall
They believe a certain group deserves the treatment
They do not see brotherhood in any way
All they do is to attack in an anonymous name
The anonymous travels around,
to plant his own seed and wait for a quick harvest
No one sees his children,
for they have all departed this zone,
until every flicker of light has been doused
Those who go barebodied for his sake and those of his children,
wait for orders to destroy and to maim
There is no reason why a disciple should disobey his teacher
And for that reason, they ignorantly follow their boss till they get to the world beyond all alone.
I see in this period that violence,
the one which more or less leaves decapitated and dismembered bodies behind.
When will these things end?
We cannot answer the question,
for the answers are locked in the hearts of the promoters of this violence.
We shall wait but we shall hide and wait.