Thursday, September 20, 2018

on broken wings


The days of no gravy train
The silence breeds on the ground
Even the wind isn’t whispering
Only the falling rain washes away

The tone of single beat
Hitting a lonely tune
Every sound hears
The beat never changes

Amno baru on broken wings
It doesn’t have the courage to see
Breed through power, greed and corruption
When God takes away, the party falls to its knees

The walls are crumbling
The debris falling on the ground
The signs are the implosion
Its party leaders can’t see straight

More will leave the party
They find there is nothing to say
The wrong approaches to stay relevant
Sleeping wit its foe to win a race

Let it die in its pity
Let history record its sorrow
Breed with cash is king it finally sees
The wayward sign plunges deep

It has to go
There is nothing left to say
Turn into ashes blow by the wind
In the whirring sound we can hear its crying shame

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