RAGING STORM

Tell me, is it worth it

Living in a world crashing down

All your dreams static

Losing every battle without a crown

We all got love ones to protect

But the urge got to be strong enough

To withstand fall from a thousand feet

Not been resentful but living an authentic life

Out on the street, it is a different world

It is a total blackout, where is the sun?

I hope and dream of youths are not trashed?

What then is the future of a child unborn?

Why are there no jobs?

Why is insecurity on the rise?

Why is human right jeopardized?

Why do we keep electing corrupt leaders?

Why does life get to be painted so wrong?

There are so many questions to ask

It tastes awful, the recipe is misplaced

The world is asleep, she needs to be awake

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STRANGE FATE

I have been trying to feel my heart
But she broke away into the sky
And never came back
Then life became blank

I look through the silver screen
Maybe I can find a way to fix this
But my feelings begin to get hurt
I can tell the difference

It is like I am living a life from the past
Where the world despised me
Why should I carry such a burden on my shoulder
The weight of an ill-fated society

There is a lot of things I never had
A loving father, a caring mother
The memories of a happy home
The privilege to chase after my dream

So, do not try to fill my head with your problem
There is a lot of things about me you never knew
The hole I am carrying inside my head
As I grew older 

The memories in my head begin to hurt
I can not pull myself together
I am lost, wish I have someone to count on
To hold my hands and tell me it is alright


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MAY I SPEAK NOW

My skin may be black
But my mind is humane
I do not harbour prejudice
I do not despise the world

I only want to be respected
Maybe you would understand me
If you are patient enough to give me a chance
A heart that sees the world with compassion

I bear the strife of the beggars on the street
The agony of a helpless teenager molested
Yet helpless, I am but neglected by society
A victims' prone to diseases and castigation

Please do not judge me by the colour of my skin
But by the sincerity in my heart
Together we can build a perfect world
Where love is all that matters

Because I am not born with a silver spoon
Does not mean I do not have a right
To the luxury of life that you enjoy
A home with a loving family

There are millions without shelter
How can I breathe if I am on life support?
Yet the darkness refuses to go away
With no friend around to play with

Always I have thought the sky will be bright
Dreams will fly freely above the cloud
The colour of my skin is all that I have
Look through my eyes, It is my pride

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