Sedition Man

It is easier to believe the lie
Than to admit that I could have been wrong.
To uphold this truth, I’m willing to die
As a refrain in my seditious song.
I have left behind my patriotic heart,
So no one will tell me, I am not right,
And I will continue to do my part
To raise his flag in this perilous fight.
He may hide in the walls of his tower
And will only remember his own name,
But I wish to give him back the power,
So he can go back to playing his game.
I know that the pages of history
Will not mention the sacrifice of me.

Lunar New Year

They have told me not to pay attention
To the importance that they give a name,
For it does not matter the intention
As the identity will be the same.
Ownership comes with specification
To the ones who had first called it as so,
No longer belonging to that nation,
Letting the imperialism grow.
When you go off to the celebration,
Discuss why you go to dance and sing.
Does it matter that the iteration
Of a country is part of the ringing?
So I would like to raise my glass in cheer
To this great holiday, Lunar New Year.

The River Jordan

I dreamt last night of the River Jordan,
And being there I’d finally found peace.
Being on its banks went against the plan,
But when time is something we only lease,
We have to make the most of what’s given.
If we have been sold on a new future,
But the lie is what we have been livin’,
We should not give into the indenture.
I may have to cross over the border,
Embracing the life of a refugee,
To live in a land free of disorder
That allows the chance for me to be me.
I will sink my toes deeper in the mud
Waiting to engage in this river’s flood.

Problems and Possibilities

There are problems and possibilities.
When I take a look at the world today,
I have to think about which one I see,
And how I wish to proceed on my way.
When I see a problem, it needs solving.
We must overcome this impediment
If we want to continue evolving,
But another will come when that one’s spent.
Possibilities can say the same thing,
But I should be eager to conquer these
Because each one is something worth gaining,
Making the next to be bested with ease.
It makes me wonder which one is present,
It’s just the perspective that’s different.

Chasing the Sunset

Don’t worry, the sunset will come again.

We will just wait until the day grows dim,
Then turn our heads towards the horizon,
And watch the hanging clouds of the prism
That we have not witnesses the other nights.

There have been many storms we have weathered
That have hidden the evening sun’s lights,
And to our front porch we have been tethered,
Not allowing a chase after the view.

We can only take what has been given,
And those little enjoyments have been few.

In a time when the downpours are driven,
We will appreciate it even more
When all the sunsets come back like before.

Hindsight

It’s nice to know that we have reached the end,
Looking towards what the New Year will bring.
Though the tribulations forced us to bend,
We would never give into the breaking.
There are still other trials yet to come.
Because of what we’ve already been through,
We will face them with a certain aplomb,
And build upon the way that we all grew.
This year may be one we wish to forget
Because of the pain we had to endure.
We should thank it for being in its debt,
Allowing us to build a world more pure.
It may have been a long and bitter fight,
But we learn a lot when we use hindsight.

Bureaucracy

The announcement by us is being made
To let you know that another will come.
We know that right now many are afraid,
And are unaware of where the threat’s from.
But we need time to prepare what we’ll say
In a very important announcement
That we are announcing about today.
Please hold on to that trust in government.
That is all we have to say for right now,
And we ask that you come back tomorrow
When we will give you the why, what and how,
But give us the time for our plan to grow.
We do appreciate that you’re present
For our announcement for our announcement.

Omelas

Forget about the boy in the basement,

In a utopia, an easy task.
We have for you every fulfillment
To hide moral concerns behind a mask.
You can sit in a paper mache throne
as you review over your bank balance.
We’ll give you underlings who’ll lay down prone
In a hope that your praise will come by chance.
If you are willing to swallow your pride,
You’ll live a life executively styled.
The only rule you will need to abide

Is to ignore what happens to the child.

Every life is about compromise,
A place where we find morality dies.

Never a Real Winner

Can you still be considered a winner
If they have to change the rules just for you?
Your management makes you a bumbler,
Looking for a free handout and a clue.
All players can follow regulations
Agreed to everyone involved.
You think you deserve a stipulation
Because you are old and haven’t evolved.
Whether you look to your network of spies,
Or you make your plans with deflated balls,
Your success relies on a pack of lies.
Even false giants will receive their falls.
Though you keep track with your expensive rings,
Their tarnish will never give them their blings.

Buddha’s Man Cave

Pay attention to the sign at the gate,
And only allow the right clientele
Entrance to my silvery estate.
Certain genders are unable to tell
Deeper understandings of my design.
I wish to tell the stories of heroes
Who are admired by those of like mind,
And have been treated in life as zeroes.
They’re the ones who truly knowing suffering
As they travel the path to nirvana.
It is the pilgrimage they are taking
That brings them to this temple of mana.
It is here where they know how to behave
In the place where we built Buddha’s man cave.