I uttered my candour
and discovered amour
The curtains parted,
even this love darted!
Must my worlds be hijacked and taken
so that this distant unmanifesting love not be forsaken?
How was I to know
how the story should go?
Should I have stayed in bed?
pretended I was dead?
If love was only pain
And it happened over and over again?!
Should they have seen my reflection
amid the deceipt and inflection?!
I just walked the way
while the liars had much to say!
She did not ever tell me she loved me
And I waited all eternity!
Do you know how many innumerable wounds I have on my soul?
Do you know even the pain can, sometimes, make me feel whole?
They want me to pick up the ultimate colour
And my reluctance causes all the rancour!
They won’t thank my indecisiveness
When I could have been resolutely eponymous
and caused the destruction of those ostentatious cheats
so that history never repeats!
But she stills me and instills me
So that I aver: Let it be!
My whispers only gather dust
And should I keep dying, if I must?!
She didn’t tell me we will meet again some day
It just happened with every Age, anyway!
You know, it gets hot and it gets cold
And creation is seamless and bold
Yet, some lose and die for God, do you know?
I Put in my beautiful Trump cards, if not to reap, but yet to sow! (Oh! How I don’t want to sacrifice them, Oh!)
The liars of the Halls of Deception, brand my fare no fair go!
Because they want their evil hypocritical deceit to murder my truths at the door!
They want Allah to hold the key (Hey Zelenskyy, are you green with envy? All the CNNs of the world are like a disease?)
You know, if I want to, I can crush them all and have them begging on their knees! (Hey feral Ilhan Omar, what would you do if I were to consign you to claustrophobic burkhaism in Somalia? Get out of 2904, you peasant of the Koran’s shambolic wisdom! You and Mamdani should be put to your own Muhammad’s paedophillic sword!))
Does my True Love want me to let their prejudice deliver such contemptuous injustice?
Make impunity for such evil cause my prolonged eternal suffering’s solstice?
She thinks I must only be the subject of caprice
Like a clock marks time, but does not know its own business!
And she gives me no answers even when I am erratic with the era
Does she think I should only exhibit my Godly patience and restraint at every unGodly hour?
And so, must I never possess what is mine?
And live eternally bearing witness to the sodomising rapine?
And must I, like Samson, be tied in knots
to salvage for eternity its unending dots?!
