BITS AND PIECES

Be Not Deceived

Life might not be how we perceived things are
But curious to the heart we plunge in to give it a try
Bitten at the neck I could but know not the words ‘ahh!!’
In sooth, I could not even give the ambivalence a cry
‘Cause all bits flushed to down pieces


In morbid bits with scattered pieces
I saw a world forth coming at an evils behest
Bringing forth the ruins of man like a plague
Nobody made moves as to a sustenance
And so to oblivion we all shall dwell besides our pieces


You may see me ran mad in the secret corners of the street
With hairs straight up, in a suit accoutrement poise for work
But deep down the gates of the heart dwells pestilence
Day and night I know not peace within for the souls that cry
To be at peace, help thou me, child, to bring home the pieces


Bits of information slipped through the chambers of man
With none aware where the wind Goddess took ‘em
Life would have been easy with us had we any info of ‘em
Evil overtook minds of men and greed ruled the vile of the heart
Nobody knows the truth no more and so came suffering to stay


Bits, I think was increasingly underrated until Nov-ember 11
What went wrong was known but too few whom no one would listen to
Who could’ve thought a son of the soil would barrel his dome?
This was done by men for power but peace still escapes us
And the innocent bloods shed still cried out for justice to their pieces.