Rolling, trembling, Rising Stone

What’s beneath the icing that melts?
What’s beneath the house that crumbles?

Like fuel to the car,
Like wings on an angel

Indeed, it’s the bewitching configures of a female being,

blessed is her anchorage

Who’s hidden thoughts do you seek to descry?

There’s a genie in the bottle
There’s a woman ‘tween the shadows of her peers

forced into being of something she isn’t,

To dine with the devil

Devine wine please speak up
Revive or perish,

Lambaste in thorns

She’s loosing herself in his horns

Urges to be free but never makes it to an open gate

She tries to be like the rest but dogfights alienation vis a vis mates

She grasps that the world is flat and she a rolling stone.

The Dirt Under Your Rug

Everyday is a new day to fight
We are gathering to take what is ours
The road to freedom is in unity

And so brothers and sisters let’s not see colour
Look beyond the rays and match forward with integrity

Burning down gates of excellcious egoism

You Scream I want it all
I Scream this is not all
Not enough to undo the dids
The costs are higher than you claim
You take take take and give back none

Every day I wake up to a globalized world

But you swept the bills under the rug
Those third world countries you created
Can they be first again?

The souls of my ancestors
They’ll keep jumping into new flesh
They’ll keep demanding royal crest
We unit through freedom or we unit after war

@loveeiriny