My sanity versus my Ancestors
It started as a tornado
Just a slight one
Only a rolling dust occurred
And that small sand blinded my eyes
My obliviousness marked my future
I failed to remember the consequential impacts
My thoughts were filled with the peace of bread in hand
That once I chaw it’s all gone
When the black colored page came (but never thought it can be my ancestors)
I found my self in the dark
I lost my ability of sight
I tried to escape but my feet just stamped the same spot
It felt like an electric shock
Because my hair was standing straight
I pulled it harder but all I found was just hair on my hands
What I felt could not be reached
It overpowered me; My Sanity versus my Ancestors
With my unschooled mind
I screamed to chase away the Devil
But it was all in my spirituality not my mind
The conflict of mind
Wrestled with my understanding of the world
Contradictions I raged I could not stand
Because it erupted my actual life
What people see is Obsession, Confusion and Madness
But what I feel is beyond my understanding
How could I explain my trauma if I am marveled my self!
My sanity was questioned; people conclude that, I…am…Mad!
Our Ancestors
Our ancestors sticks out when we chaotic to our unconsciousness
They bring us from darkness to light when our egos get ruffled
Our ambivalences is that we were the one to structure our domesticity
At times it my lead to war if we fill our authority is not acknowledged
But their worth of value is towards our better change of life strategy
If we flow with their chain
It would be a good structure
Inventing a spiritual form of life
They encode the new meaning of life that forms the power of humanity
I wish their death trips the worldly heroism of war
Their window contributes a lot
One thing we should cherish them for;
It is our memorial services where we gather to bring history alive
Without any dialogue to root-out the truth cause we already know
For sure that our congregation embraces the truth strategy
When we fell down as one of our emotional investment
We call upon them with an exclamation of nostalgia
Shaking like the intoned cellulites because we know our guilt
Ignorance we raged we can no more hide its wrinkled consequence
Guilty conscience fills us as we manage to iron our trouble
We know that our fore-fathers were torn
With no privilege to fix their faults
They use us for reparation
We know that they take-off their shoes from us
It is not to dehumanise but to purify with starch
Lost virtue
They already know
That none of the product
Will embrace the story of their life.
Nor embraicing the Foundation of the Myth.
I wonder why they get sold like taxy-drivers
Almost every girl lost her virginity,
Almost everyday they are being dangerously banged
Sugar daddy is a magic name,
Remember the lost virtue
The roots that shaped morality.
Ethic gives the choice of agency
But it result to corruption and chaos.
Put the words of the founders in a literal form!
Have some words to say, represent their legacy.