by January 25, 2011 0 comments

Coffee is black, Night tastes bitter
The sounds that howl in the ashamed streets
Cry out their parched hearts bitterly
Coffee is black, Moon shines bitterly
The ageing leaves rustle in the museum of pain
Cold visitors greet them every morning, Sun laughs bitterly
Their snowy hairs begging for that distant bitter love
Fades away in the blinding chapters of destructive century
Coffee is black, so are we.

Coffee is black, Death is colourless
Love sours–when did it have an expiry date?
In the playground metallic hands wrestle with iron legs
By afternoon the world is filled with mechanical collisions
And children ask daddy and mummy if it’s a comedy show
daddy and mummy sigh silently and say it’s so
The children grow up with that comedy show in their hearts and minds
And perform it bitterly exactly smoothly
while their children ask strangers as to what daddy and mummy are doing
Coffee is black, so are we.

Coffee is black, Progress isn’t
Progress is blue like a deep sea
Fishes consume each other men eat each other
It’s no more natural to be natural
Ideas from the caves smear truth and tie a heavy stone to it
Throwing it away into the ocean of massacre
Truth is wiped out and ideas flourish like weed
Intoxicating fragile minds that cannot reason
A group of AI rules the Kingdom and the history is lost
And no one will know because it’s black.
Coffee is black, so are we.

Coffee is black, Words are darker
Town cities nations people wear black dress
speak black language eat black food
they do everything in black
the hard-beaten stones are shovelled and misplaced
amputating the tree of faith changing the course of rivers
drinking from the well of despair
Singing harshest songs ever. No one will understand.
It’s black. No one will understand these lines.
Coffee is black, so am I.

Coffee is black, Life is darkest
People walk however they want
And claim for that blemished freedom and rights
I met a man in the Tower and asked him if he was happy
He asked me if I really did exist I said yes he said you’re black
Children in my lover’s womb question daddy are you for real
daddy is it you who did this horrible thing to us by injecting life
daddy you’re black why did you do this? you’re black
I went to the horizon of sadness and questioned the waves
Then a lost voice roared black is black and so are you
Locking the doors of humanity I believed I was black
And pretended to be black with the rest of remaining.
Coffee is black, so are you.

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