time and territory

time and territory

the place and time brought much for them

for him, and for the other him

while both debated for their rights

one longed for the throne

and the other for some peace

the soil that nourished the peace seeker

eroded, got collected in the hands of terror

where no one was considered a human

 

while choosing to go out of the boundary walls of his home

he wasn’t sure to be back breathing

out in the streets there were masked faced men

sadly for nothing, anyone could shoot him

abandon him of his worthless life

 

the horror made him desperate, to stand and demand

a little peace in the lives of everyone

his struggle is not known to the man

the one who is fighting for the throne

 

two men, two stories of struggle

yet one of them sounds like some luxury to me

the effect of the time be the same, but not their territory

 

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a city birthing a city

a city birthing a city

glorious city with colorful lights

glittering with gold, with best lifestyle

fancy people belong here

they all wear hats and long coats

their shoes polished shining

their language articulate

men always walk with pride

their ladies always glowing and bright

each one of them own a house big and plush

inside they sit and relax

while they sip their english tea in expensive cups

someone not so polished sweats

this someone not so polished, is the servant who does’t sleep

the one who cooks for a family of 20, for him there’s nothing to eat

he doesn’t wear shoes of any kind, nor does he speak good language

always he walks behind the master carrying his master’s luggage

his children have never seen a school, neither have they seen a playground

for they are forced to follow the footsteps of their father

they never step out of the servant’s quarter

generations to come shall follow the tradition

children of masters to remain masters

to rule the children of the servants

slowly, the glittery glorious city, birthing a city

that’s dull, full of pain

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child on the street

child on the street

the sun said goodbye

on the streets there were lights

few lit up, few flickering, the rest of them dead

it didn’t seem to bother the people passing by

neither did they notice a child

sitting under one lit up street light

lost in studying a book in his hands

a weighing machine sat by his side

through which he meant

to offer the people passing by

come stand on it

check how much they gained

or did they loose a few pounds

in return, drop a coin in the box

lying next to the weighing machine

for the child had used the light on the street to read

but before he goes to sleep later in the night

a little food, he deserves to eat

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