lilum-extended

The same lie repeated over and over until it's believed to be true, the art of propaganda used to distort your view. A climate of fear and mistrust is created, the fearful mind is easily manipulated. Used through the ages to dehumanize the opposition, a tool for the devious to further their ambition. It's long been the method of choice, to quell any reasonable voice. To counter this injustice we must call out the lies, learn the facts and repeat them no matter how many tries. Arm yourself with knowledge to get rid of the fear, using propaganda against itself to persevere.

A single voice of reason lost in the great clutter of static, This twisted world views truth and honesty as problematic. Easy to believe sincerity and kindness are outdated, shallow superficial fools in the spotlight are celebrated. An army of self appointed guardians of the status quo, keep regurgitating misconceptions created long ago. Voices of reason are shunned, hated and feared, reputations of good, decent people get smeared. Money and murder: the religion of choice, to change or silence any reasonable voice. Bribery and blackmail are commonplace, to these acolytes who fell from grace. Even as loose threads start to unravel the blind

A look through the eyes of a refugee, driven from their home, forced to flee. "How could anyone think I choose to run, what choice did I have when the war begun?" "I saw bombs reduce buildings to rubble, Every day the pile of bodies would double." "Raging fires turned entire cities to ash, the dead so numerous they were discarded as thrash." "I lived on the outskirts so my home was spared, "until one day the war drew close: we were so scared." "As men with guns broke down the door and entered my house, They beat me unconscious, then raped and murdered my spouse!" "My children abducted to be made soldier or slave, I fear by now, my children

In fact I'm drowning As my heart keeps pounding, Sitting on the steps Of all that's left Hold on (Hold on) To the sweetness of reality, Bouncing on my head Like prosperity Leave by myself With a gleam in my eye, Watching it all, Watch by, Watching me die And it's so hard, To see it all fall through, Cause sooner or later, There's nothin' else to do. Refugee, I'm an enemy, Of your belief; Don't hate me, Because I disagree Release me, from a world unkind, A world where the blind Is leading the blind It's so unfair, And I can't feel free To be the person you want me to be Shadows of the past are coming back, And

I am stained the scent of mandarin and melancholy, a skinned raw lumpen, stripped to drifting bone and sea salt leaking marrow and fear by equal measure, human only by some undiscovered innerness, and all around the Alto's stern is midnight's shaking water, void of path and light, it laps the boat like viscous oil, stains the wood two eras of blood, written by the dogma flags of poverty and hope. The Captain laughs,      tonight, we escoria are guided by stars, I say,      so let them burn bright, and I will stand the bow tonight, a beacon, and hold my companions tigh

"Empty homes" Over the radio it came, brought us news of an unfair game. Bad news struck our nation, we knew this game would be a violation. We packed our most prized possessions, hurried for shelter from all aggressions. Our neighbours fled with us, all getting away from this fuss. And... ...all we left behind were empty homes. We heard the bombs falling, saw the bullets flying. All what was green and fashioned, turned to grey or was blackened. Everything trashed by idiots playing warfare, nothing left but a true nightmare. Crying for food and water, for hope, or just a normal life, dying people everywhere, others get anoth

You couldn′t see anything because your eyes were wild with terror You weren′t conscious ′bout anything but your body which was dropping down to a lower level And I stood horrorstruck While gazing for hours into space, the abyss facing me is hundreds of metres deep And I would fain follow you but I guess to be afraid. You fell into the heart of darkness, where everything has to be unknown There was no need for you to realize which way east was, No need to understand you were coming from the north ′Cause all things are the same when shadows rise and there′s no sun, No sun to worship as a god. You were thr

I have seen     Shrapnel flying through the air As my friends run for cover, Me among them. I have heard     The sound of bombs, of gunshots Cries of terror of the frightened, the fallen Wailing sobs of those who mourn. I have seen     The darkness of the night Lingering over a stormy ocean With only a single boat sitting there As I make my way across the harbor. I have heard     Only eerie silence of escape Stifled tears of my companions, Wondering whether we will live. I have felt     The dismay of seeing neverending sea, Fear for my life, for others A want to be only back home.     The horror of gunshots rainin

I want to be beautiful by math's standards; Not just yours or any other idiot's who believes that the heart is where true beauty lies. I thought so too; until I saw my shriveled, scarred heart. It wasn't beautiful , darling, it was the most terrifying thing I've ever seen And no, you can't see it. Because, Because something tells me you would call it a miracle its too personal even for you. I'm an artist, you know, I make it my business to see the beauty  in everything, and show that beauty to the world. But the moment I declare something beautiful, it's opposite is declared ugly, isn't it? And I don't want anyone to h

Kneeling before the alter of pain She bows her head yet once again Reaching out hands that tremble so There is no choice but to let it go No tears fall from her dark blue eyes No sound is heard for she swallows her cries Clenching her fists until her palms do bleed The cold alter from these red raindrops feed Unloved is all she has ever known This alter of pain is her only home Palms now held up to the uncaring sky She releases her dreams and lets them fly Empty and cold she turns and walks away Her dreams have always been doomed anyway