Hear Ye, Hear Ye
Message
Call thy brethren
And thy sis too.
Every thing of life needs a view.
Worry not of a sin, for this is no end.
But, too all so it shall be
That we become kin
And sow’ers of our fruit.
All that ails ye
Comes without haste
For thy life’s seeds.
The People
Who is this loon
And what is the case
Show me thy scars from this place.
Spoken like the groomed.
Of this world ye pick
To boast of our doom.
We accept their take
And give to their sick
This is home
It’s never been a pick.
Message
Understand I do, all too well
But ye must stand up
To be moved from a rut
A garden is hell
And its weeds are joy
The love, yes it swells
Into the hands’ cup
Acting as an envoi
(Within it a great plot)
Thy life it will destroy
The People
Continue that talk please,
Direct it to the wind
None shall hear, not even my friend
People know of life and its keys
Why do ye persist?
More of thy words, there is no need
Please, let this end
Without lift of a fist
Now go thy way
And leave us in bliss
Message
An idea as I cannot do that
Thy struggle is mine
Together we are fine
Bundled thick, like plats.
More give ear and gather round
Flock to the front leave thy flats
This is the time
I’ve made my sound
Get a pad, a pen
It’s about to go down.
The People
Madness again ye speak
Devices as those are not for the cause
Our use of these gains only applause
An oppressor, an enemy think us weak
We need tools of caste iron ore, steel
En route for committing such a feat
What ye ask of may take many men
Who arm cause they think and feel
They believe in ye words
Resulting in a fate sealed
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