Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Long live the revolution


Hail the lord, hail the freedom,

hail the power, hail the chaos.

Hail the confusion,

Hail a fool’s democracy,

hail the revolution, hail the revolutionaries,

Hail these buffoons, for they are here to stay.


You live in a world of your own,

You speak of a world of your own

A world…so away from the world.

How can you create something of your own,

When your vision doesn’t see beyond what it is made to see.

Hail this vision, for this defines the region.


You don’t thank Him for what he gives you,

And you speak of rights and fights

Ignorance for sure is bliss,

Had you known what is to be,

You would think twice

Hail the ignorance, it helps making you a hero.


You live in an ocean of your own vices,

Now neither the boat, nor the tide can help you.

I wish to be you, you wish to be nobody.

Do you even realise,

Or you are too intoxicated in your hollow pride,

Hail this pride, will help you on this path of self destruction.


A rich brat, a spoilt child.

And you call yourself responsible ‘reformists’

Did I miss a ‘point’, or you forgot to think of the ‘point’.

What is that you want, what is that you need?

Isn’t it important, to make the story a little sensible.


When will this lost and delirious clan realise,

In fact, when will the writer realise they being ‘lost and delirious’

For the sheep never has a path of its own,

the horses never run their 'own' race.

They Never learn,

they never learn, they never learn.

Long live this revolution.

2 comments:

Queen Hadia said...

It's a beautiful topic,it awakes frozen feelings in some people who did not feel and did not thank god for the grace.
I suffer about what happened in ِِArabs especially Oman and I am sure that happening because of blind imitation they floundering without a goal.
God Save Oman and Save HM
This what I can do just pray from my heart.

Susmita Mukherjee said...

"I wish to be you, you wish to be nobody" - This is certainly a stroke of genius. Not for a moment did your words lose their flow and in doing so, not once did the agitation ebb.

Lost and delirious may we all be
For we seek to gain in losing it all
Whether it makes any sense to anyone
Long Live this revolution