Political Concepts

I saw her crying as she stood all alone

When she thought that others and I were gone.

I heard her breath and saw the moist eyes,

Just like I had heard some of her painful lies.

She was once gambled and left in some havoc

Of which, now, I’m part of in a trapped block.

I knew that she cries, ‘cause I did too,

But now, for what I have been through-

My heart has filled itself with rigid strength

With new ideas lying upon few uncounted lengths.

However, I still hear fear in my footsteps

Of hatred I was feeded with some political concepts.

They made me to kill, and to cry,

To hide more truths, and to tell more lies.

I hated none, but them; and to prove them wrong,

I preached more love and mercy in my songs.

I believe few things shall improve with my effort

Being a candidate of a new league built from scratch and dirt.

You may see a board hanging on my doorstep:

‘Under Construction - A new political concept.’

They play with hearts to prove their minds

And they lead the armies of different kinds.

To drop a bomb or to steal someone’s smile-

They teach the world in a very smooth style.

This ain’t result of years of ignorance,

Neither is it an answer of uncanny tolerance.

This is the crop of tears untamed-

They had it in their legacy and they create more pain.

But I’m sure, one day, one of my steps

Will establish some better political concepts.