Don’t beg in my neighborhood,
I’d rather you seek a job.
Begging is not something I would
because the economy it does rob.
Don’t beg on my street, my brother.
I don’t care for such vile deceit.
I care not about your false hunger.
Just get back on your strong feet!
Don’t just beg in front of me.
Take off those pointless shades.
I know that you can actually see.
But you watch as your youth fades.
Please ask me not for food.
I’d rather employ you today.
Begging is never that good.
Such men in history won’t stay.
Did they tell you that you were wrong?
Perhaps it’s because you’re just strong.
You are not who they want you to be.
You are you and that’s awesome to me.
I was always a guy who shattered hearts.
I dream of being a man who’d carry those parts.
I cannot fix them together with gum or glue.
Yet I’m better off because I’m with you.
Yeah, I fucked up! And perhaps you did as well.
Must we sentence ourselves to hell?
Yesterday was a bad dream. Let it be.
Today I’m alive, and it’s awesome to be me.
You are beautiful; don’t let them say otherwise.
You are awesome and fun; giving up is unwise.
I’m grateful despite all that I’ve lost.
Meeting you was really worth what it cost.
Harbinger of change, who was sought,
Our country now shies away from changes brought.
The media is paid heavily to antogonize you.
The political and religious fear what is true.
We asked for change, expecting none.
We cry like injured dogs when work gets done.
You alone must hold up a volatile fort.
India wants its ship to stay at the port.
Ones who’ve seen not Godhra, are its experts.
Who mock Swachch Barath, once wore Kadhi shirts.
They pray in temples, but ignore god’s response.
But you don’t intend India to fade with chance.
You are conscious and oneness personified.
Freedom fighters perhaps never truly died.
I ask you to persevere, don’t let India return
to our political plunderers, lest we forever burn.
I perceive you not as a political man.
Just as a being who does what he truly can.
I have a secret, I’ll take it to my grave.
All the hardship to burry it I must brave.
I have a secret, Victoria has one or two.
We won’t tell you what it is, believe me you.
I have a secret, at least one for now.
To keep it safe, reveal it not, you must allow.
I know my secret, FBI may not.
Tolkien had many, which other gods forgot.
I have a secret, you will never know.
This is how I often kill, silent and slow.
Maybe a ‘yes’ or maybe ‘no’.
You won’t feel music even so.
It’s not important what you feel.
I see not you suffer, for you’ll heal.
Music is just my indulgence.
And your love is no abstinence.
I’m not just music, as you can see.
Why’d music keep you from me?
You can speak, for you can smile.
I’ll receive you, at least after a while.
Just draw from me the energy
and in your eyes, your life I’ll see.
My voice isn’t only my speech.
You needn’t hear love, it’ll beseech.
Yesterday is dead, I shot her too.
Tomorrow is a myth, never true.
Today I am myself, who else need I be.
Right now I’ll say, my life is free.
I have a choice, and I’ll grab it now!
Pity those who think they can’t allow.
I’ll find you someday, wherever you are.
And I’ll ask you to show me every scar.
Our favorite colors and every quote,
will sail with me as I take the boat.
To the after-life, if that’s where we belong,
we shall sing each favorite song.
You and I are meant to be here
to laugh in the face of the darkest fear.
Wherever you are today, I hope you smile
thinking about this as I do meanwhile.
I wish I was a soldier, not that I love war.
I’d rather know what it’s like for legs to travel far.
To know what it’s like to miss my family.
Worlds of hunger and pain, is the least I’d see.
A soldier would not kill the innocent.
But it’s injustice he’d surely prevent.
His family are all citizens; his mother his land.
Truth of war and bloodshed I’d understand.
Peace was never free for it costs soldiers too.
Hardly sleep but starve, at borders for me and you.
It’s easy to say that each is a stoic soul.
They’ve all the love and fear, but to use as coal.
No I’m not a soldier, my age and physique smirk.
And all my discipline allows me is writing this, my perk.