POLITRICKS

The art is being misused

 By Loudest artist

 With voiceless vocals

 For they do it for the money

 And not for the love of it all

 So their voiceless vocals are only

 Pleasing to the heart in merry

 It’s not a poor man’s tale being told in music

 For the words aren’t thick to penetrate the walls built

 To divide our nations

 They call them class

 Where are all the great men who stood for truth and justice?

Whose walk was Honest engraved in their foot prints

Only God knows why they choose to live in such a Serenity place

Did they give up to the grave so as to make their tales great?

 For their message is more alive than the living

Should it be the opposite?

 Are we not tired listening to melody less music?

 Should we dance only to the rhythm that’s so foreign to our ears?

 And ignore the vocals that are message less

 Are we not tired of the echoes that confuse and deceive us? 

 Or we choose to be merry for a moment and forget our sorrows?

 Speak up now or forever remain Silent

Is it the trick by the politicians or should we  call them the Tricticians