A Father's Plea

Please don't get me wrong, my son,

When I say I don't buy your revolution.

What is it based on?

You wanna fight a corrupt regime

Against a corrupt decision?

So you can increase your odds to

Become one of them?

I'm so sorry, I know you are young

And your heart is kind, but I find

You are out of your fucking mind.

I know, I know you might say

You wanna get in

To make the changes from within.

But hey, who are you kidding?

You and I both know what you are 

In it for, and I ain't buying anymore.

And don't listen to others,

When they say "It's brave".

Pushing you from a safe

With nothing but a promise that
Even if you die,

Their love will reach your grave.

To them, my son, you are nothing

But another stone to step.

Remember August two thousand eighteen?

Nobody hardly talks about them.

So pick between your red and green.

And even if you were right,

A revolution, a new dawn, 

A new generation of a blazing light

Can flush a tyrant but in reality, 

You are playing the same old song.

Repeating over and over again

expecting a change -

Is the definition of insanity.

It's not nineteen fifty two anymore,

It is two thousand twenty four, son.

Just look away and move on.

Cause the devil and his minions

Weren't sleeping all these years.

With a bucket full of crocodile tears

Form the world they got no fear,

They got strength, they got might,

Trained to fight, they got the 

Copyright of the liberation, 

And a whole army to spare.

The army was to secure you

From foreign and internal threats,

Now securing own butter and breads.

And you, my son?

With your heart full of hope?

Hope that victory is guaranteed

for the just cause?

And God is for all revolutions?

Why? Why on earth would the Lord

Strike with his lightning rods

For your delusion?

Your God armed you with

The judgement power

Rather you push your brothers 

And sisters into the line of fire

And glorify their death 

On a Facebook thread 

Recruiting more gullible heads.

Stop painting your hand red, my son.

I love you and God loves you too,

But he ain't for those with self-interest.

And please don't get me wrong.

I'm not here to get you down,

And truth be told, it's not your fault

You find yourself in a broken world.

Please forgive me when I say

We were cowards, oblivious, 

Forever cursed. You are paying for

What was neglected years

And years and years.

We pet the devil, brought it home,

Fed it strong with from our own.

Bewitched by the Siren's song

We drank together its poison.

Drowned our hearts without regrets

While its claws wrap around our necks.

So now the devil is in no bother, 

 With each of us - a melanoma cell.

Together, we all feed off each other.

So my son, if truth be told,

And if you want to revolt,

If you truly want to to shine,

Save your soul leave us behind. 

And no I didn't digress,

And your God hates the hypocrites,

Hopping for best while loathing sin.

This is how it has never been. 

And no I didn't digress,

And your God hates the hypocrites.

So this is your farther's advice -

If you truly want to to shine,

Save your soul leave us behind.

Leave us all, leave our vice.