life is a grave
by AB BENIE
believe we live in a grave
believe torture our pleasure
we-live our bellies we treasure
ina-grave appearance our measure
here 'finish school...' what's virtue,
is our golden rule for whom but a statue
'life will be beautiful!' with no dues to pursue?
here i am stuck, i hear peace is a dream,
got no work, equality,liberty,a game,
morrow looks dark! a flag,a banner,anthem!
may end up in a bar many have so fallen-
selling or buying liquor down they lie,down;
or becoming a suitor. no more tales to tell-
wont frown wont smile!
i never had a choice, neither tell a joke
i never had a voice, nor take a walk
interwoven in this noise! and yet they still will
breath inhale exhale
preacher says i repent- and yet they kill and heal
he eats meat come rent- and prefer heaven to hell!
church funds he spent!
i was born on a mat,
i was raised in dirt,
should i die eating dust?
it's never been worse,
from hand to mouth,
and pain our bliss!