STILL AM STILL

Am a thought so mystified
impeccable,yet with blemish
A thought long for-gone
A thirst screaming to be satisfied
I have taken the cloak of ineptitude
for i can't jack all trade
In my for-long pleasurable pain
But still am still


With the grace of a stallion
I till on the moor,filled
With the crudest of oils
with the deceptiveness of a preacher
they prey on us,aborting all our innocence
Even the rivers have tales of woes to tell
And the fishes,.sing adieu
Before me i have seen the sweetness of bitterness
But still am still


I shall rise at dawn
Pecking through my shell of opposition
Like a fresh-born of morn
On the ground of past shall my cloak be dropped
Let the tom-tom sound
Our fury shall sweep forth like a plague
Humans shall be humans,birds be like birds
then all shall be still