Feeling Poetic...
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Actually I'm not. But I was when I wrote these:
Bidrohi part 2
dedicated to Kazi Nazrul Islam
July '07
I am the epitome of a soldier
fighting to the end
I am that peak
that you struggle to ascend
my name is propaganda
feeding lies to your son
I am a Palestinian
living life under the gun
I am the path of obscurity
that seeks to confuse
I am the addiction
that you cannot refuse
I am that person
who you seek for inspiration
I am that thought
that gives you motivation
no matter the cost
I will not cease
no matter the loss
they will hear me speak
I am a rebel
and a rebel is he
I am a poet
I am Kazi Nazrul Islam
---
The Assassin
July '07
I tread softly within your midst
Carrying the world with me
At times I decree my force
Tearing everything that may be
Predictions do not stand
Questioned by the renaissance
The thunder and the waves
As I levy into my stance
Save Us is the Mantra
They speak only in tongues
There is none other
I am the only one.
---
Bidrohi part 2
dedicated to Kazi Nazrul Islam
July '07
I am the epitome of a soldier
fighting to the end
I am that peak
that you struggle to ascend
my name is propaganda
feeding lies to your son
I am a Palestinian
living life under the gun
I am the path of obscurity
that seeks to confuse
I am the addiction
that you cannot refuse
I am that person
who you seek for inspiration
I am that thought
that gives you motivation
no matter the cost
I will not cease
no matter the loss
they will hear me speak
I am a rebel
and a rebel is he
I am a poet
I am Kazi Nazrul Islam
---
The Assassin
July '07
I tread softly within your midst
Carrying the world with me
At times I decree my force
Tearing everything that may be
Predictions do not stand
Questioned by the renaissance
The thunder and the waves
As I levy into my stance
Save Us is the Mantra
They speak only in tongues
There is none other
I am the only one.
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