THE DEVILS
SONG
By Hasan Abbas
Whatever was expected and whatever was hoped,
the great affection was a big hoax,
shallow minds empty thoughts,
kind ways that are full of drought,
winter season stuck up high,
wicked ways and nasty lots,
orchestrated moves to harm you then,
hunger and famine is brought un thee,
I make the rules for myself,
the biased laws and cheated ways,
simple hallucination to the dove,
mind twisting, nerve wracking, spine
tingling,
raise a voice and i
cant hear,
if i get
something i'm all ears,
my powers are for my kins,
for the helpless and needy im not in,
try your luck and beat the bush,
scratch your throat and pop your eyes,
your home is the place where i play,
intoxicated, polluted and suffocated,
I dislike you so dont come near,
its not your fault you love me dear,
I want the things to be in place,
the way they are to lead the race,
the judgement
day is at bad,
so i'll play
havoc in my own way.wn way