Slaves

How it was nice,

First days of human rise.

Living a common life,

Sharing everything they have in their palms.

 

Helping one to another.

We were all hunting and gathering together,

Rather you believe nor you don’t.

But it was way better. 

 

The only thing this monster sees,

No mercy or no feelings.

First made an axe to cut trees,

Then cut your siblings in peace.

 

In the same way they built bridges,

Made some trades and got earnings,

After conquering other countries,

Put them in cages to make them slaves.

End

Today is the last day in Polland after days,

It was hard 'cos I had so much space.

Being alone on my own,

I sometimes felt like a clown.

 

It's not anyone's fault,

Also, not a thing to be proud.

Shit happens sometimes,

Only then we will rise.

 

I felt myself like Jesus Christ,

Left alone on the cross under sunlight.

Pain and suffering flooded in my veins,

There was only me.

Who could change.

 

I am happy that it is the end,

I am thankful for the things I gained.

The only thing I did was bend,

Now I realize it is a happy end.

Emotions

In a world full of emotions,

Impossible feelings in different situations.

My heart beats so fast, and my lungs breathe slowly.

The only thing left when you are alone is sorrow.

Missing is hard because It is the darkest thing,

Many are afraid of it, 

Positive emotions are the only thing,

Lighten our way, while we are inside of it.

Ignorance

 Why do people believe ignorance is bliss?

What do I miss?

How did society become with religion and myths?

Wherever I look, I see human-based beliefs.

When we will recognize, those fucked up systems?

Follow

Wherever I go, people follow,

Hundreds after me wherever I sit.

I see similar faces, I've seen before,

This situation makes me even crazier.

Everywhere is empty except from here.

Where I do try to be alive,

All seem happy with a smile,

Sometimes ask for help for their own desire.

Am I the only one in this one in this fucking crowd,

Why keep asking me and be proud?

Sorry, I don't have any custom or religion,

There is nothing to believe in like a pigeon!

Be human first! Your piece of shit,

How can you be careless, can't you see any hint?

Built and built some boxes to fit in it,

Then back the man in the box and get rotten you shit!

Spreading Roots

I felt I was cursed for so many years,

Every night my eyes were in tears.

All alone in my room

Always waited to bloom.

Whenever I bloomed with beauty,

There were someone cut it certainly.

That moment was bas as doom,

My flower was taken and left alone in the room.

I decied to travel and took out my roots.

Saw many places, met with new trees.

They were almost like the same,

Many of them were crying in tears.

And the brain was working in pain,

After years I've understood, there is nothing to gain

I decided to put my roots and let them spread in proud.