Oh My Country...

And long ago I told my cousin,
"This country's still in a state that it was in
The only difference after seventy one
Freedom's yet to be freed though freedom is done
And how to free such freedom is a choice
By settling for peace, lest all destroys
But the nation which pretends to caretake
Would find 'twas not a better choice to make
For once you really seek for the whos
You'd find they're not there for me and you
Though you say it's just a way, somehow
To maintain peace and for a while allows
The security of the normal folks
But sooner or later would reveal a hoax
While discontent which has been smothered
With suppression would lead on further...
But who am I? A no one, like any other
Speechless like you, still listen my brother -
Once that nation's freed from such beguile
By its own sentries it's to be defiled"...

Of Time, And Change, And ME...

Every winter, fog cascades into spring
Greeting its scents from remnants of autumn
Igniting tempests for summer to bring
Until roses meet their finest blossom...
To such, I may last into vast of dust
Collapsed to scatters, grasped along to breeze
For even ancient ravines must combust
And lapse through the void of all centuries...
When through billion suns these worlds have trod
Into limits of sky yet be conceived,
To settle all may to an unfound God
With vision of heaven still be achieved...
...Not more I know of what time arranges -
...I’ll always love you through all such changes...