Right Breast

It's okay if you don't want greatness,
It's okay if you choose cozy lameness,
You thought you weren't able enough,
So you thought it's okayy to be lazy enough,
You wanted to sit long in your beloved's nearness,
Watching lips , getting high on nakedness
But you see, maniacs rising, Don't you?
Children and women crying, dying.
It's okayy if you want another sex tonight,
But listen ,they are flying a bomber in your skies,
They really don't care who fucks and who dies,
In the mud,there'll be all bodies around,
And on a nearby board written Lost and Found,
And your TV still playing that shitty show,
Calling names, making money while you are buried deep below,
And you'll be dead like ants that you crushed for fun when kids,
And they'll make love over your stinking ungreat gigs,
You won't have time to see if your skin looks great for funeral,
You won't have time to put on that diamond jewel,
With your eyes shut down, you have done your time here on earth,
Why pity, you have had the fun, had your share of dirt and dearth,
For you thought it's okayy to be silent, why bother with rapes in your neighborhood,
Why bother with the idiot speeches about brotherhood,
You thought it's only you and your friends who matter, let fathers and mothers slaughtered,
You bought a cheap dream, why bother to scream,
Thinking life is short, drink a lot, then turn into god gifted urine,
You thought life is a magic,
With tongue to savour tastes, ears for music, your rich perfumes, and a marriage for flesh party forever, so tragic!
You forgot the world is a constant cry,
It will suck your fluids dry,
With time to pry,
Death to fry,
The only thing you could have done here was to try,
Trying that fools don't get erected,
Elected to decide for the wars you never accepted,
To run cartels selling your daughters,
Making money while you sing martyrs,
O binge watchers,
You think you know enough, they know your grandfathers,
But why should I rake up your spirit,
Why should I wake up that goddamned sattiric,
Why shake your conscience, please enjoy your dance with heretic,
I am a blind man you see, I see nothing just like you,
But I heard the noise of that blast,
that explosion,
Ever since, consumed by ethereal confusion
What went wrong,
I educated my self, respected my parents,
had a lovely wife and two angel kids,
While away at my job, my love went to pick my kids back from school,
While they fought over vacation plans this winter,
The sky dropped a bomb right at the car,
A part of my wife's breasts, the right one to be precise,
Took off from the site, flung through the mushroom clouds of smoke and hysteria,
Carrying a message, breaking the side window, landed at my table,
I knew this part of flesh, for sure
I had enormous nights hidden in its softest lump, I had seen it grow from a girl's to a mother's,
I was indebted to nature, for this heavenly abode of motherhood,
I had lusted for it, adjusted for it,
It was a flesh I could fight and die for,
That was a nectar for my children to be,
How dare some faggot president snatch that away from me?
But what could have I done?
The seeds of revenge were born, shed my spiritual mask that I so privately adorned,
And took the lump in my fist , Licked every inch of it,
Sucked the blood till the last,
They say it was ammonium,
Wait,till you see next, I am running for the podium,
Hang on a little, you will see some breaking news tonight,
Forget love, You 'll see the truth tonight,
One by one they shall fall, as I fight,
O people,
Today I shall show you what hell looks like,
And the weak shall perish and crumble,
That ounce of flesh,
You shall put on a mic, and it will mumble,
You will hear it groan and cry,
Trust me, You'll wake up,
Even if you don't want, You shall become great tonight!