Inner Rage

I was sitting in the room thinking out loud
Life’s like a massive plenitude & a throng of crowd
Pictured across the globe is a tiny tinge of hope
With very little hands & a little tiny rope...

I felt like I was locked in the middle of a room
Terrified by the darkness & the extenuating gloom
My mind began to feel a little upset
By all the things that I mostly & deeply regret...

There was truly no hope beyond that feverish anger
There was really no path earlier for me to discover
Now that the rage & fury has seen its fate
Albeit now, it’s a tad too late...

Jealousy & hate have risen to shore
No pangs of enthusiasm could spark no more
We used to play strictly by the rules
But then we were treated like donkeys & mules...

People like to talk with no barricades
An ace is no longer an ace, a spade may not just be a spade
They kill your soul with words of debauchery
They leave you with a feeling of lost & treachery...

In the midst of it all is a thing called WOMEN
A creature from a different planet, the opposite of MEN
In the wake of it all men seem to falter
It took us so damn long to just finally discover...

We need them in our lives & so be it
Without them our gardens & homes won’t be so well lit
We treasure their love, their sensitivity, their passion
They have the knack to shower us all with so much compassion...

But they swoop us all with a strong gutsy blow
Leaving us all with a tight nose & lungs so narrow
They took us all with a stride full of surprise
They’re the reason for our untimely death & unfortunate demise...

My hat goes off to those men who were strong
Who fought for their lives & corrected all the wrongs
But history has taught us well & so many things
That even the strongest of men could fall for such little flings...

Here & now, time has taken its toll
We’re up & about, & ready to roll
Time & again, we should have recaptured our glory
Not to bow to the Jessicas, the Debras & the Lauries...

- Aris Kamal -

(AAMoK’s Cubicle, Nongchik Heights, Johor Bahru, 20th November 2012)