Storm

Crushed by news, and the constant blues

relentless abuse in this eternal cruise

looking for a higher grounds

as the Noah’s storm gathers strength

oh thou youngsters plow the soil

bring the hatred seeds to plant

pray for rain in this endless heat

crush the skulls, don’t retreat

looking for higher grounds

squandering nemesis sounds so sweet

oh thy martyrs are all just dead

and death

is our perpetual untiring foe

plant the seeds

plant the seeds

no more victory signs

no more flowers

no more jokes

eat the bullet you daunting priest

Crushed by news, changing views

Demeaning treatment of intelligent souls

dangling and dancing on the noose

looking for higher grounds

as the fuming bikers wave their clubs

in the stench of the sea of blood

as the storm clouds only bring in dust

oh for heaven’s sake, -----just get lost------

just leave this forsaken land in peace

and I tell my children what one needs

plant the seeds

plant the seeds

Payman Abdali