Just Penned!! – A Maze of our Own Ruins

Pills are a joke to pain
At the wicked war fields
When killing is the agenda
Why medicine is on wheels?!

We are a herd of consumers
That the selling nerds need
At falling prices they buy us
With giving some extra feed

When the markets are done
They point their blaming fingers
They bring their common opinion
And bomb the tender ones

We’d bejewel their kennels
As long as we buy all the ****
As long as we buy the lies
As long as we buy them power
As long as we buy them fame

Oh, think who they are!
They are our mistakes naive
Oh, think who they are!
They sprang from the truth we gulped

Oh, think who they are!
They are our selfish shade
Oh, think who they are!
They are our darkest side

Thee hath made the wilderness,
Into a blazing hell!
This is a maze of our own ruins
That pays us in our own coins

O, regretting soul!
Repent once thy foul!
O, regretting soul!
Repent once thy foul!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – I Await the Syllable

I know no music
I know not to pull strings,
Never I’d hit the percussion
Nor the Ney I’ve blown

I await that syllable
To fall from above,
Or erupt from within;
I await that syllable

I await that syllable,
To make that note;
To dawn over the dream,
To keep me afloat!

I await that syllable
Of no pitch, no shrill!
I await that syllable
That cuffs me whole!

I await that syllable
That shrills through my spine
I await that syllable
To shatter me divine

Mashook Rahman
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