"They keep the peace for themselves
And throw out the violence to others"
"Roll them out, out on the road
Let each one hear this warning tone
Flash the lenses, let the headlines scream
We don't catch anyone alive
We are immune from the black letter
(Can the soul be made a plaything....)
The more the powder falls, (.... by men)
We add to our badges"
THE FAIR ONE:
"The news of their kill have become
The prayers in the morning
They are breeding awards
For each of their kill
These murders are without a trial
Or do I exaggerate?
Is the silence of this hour
Waiting for the rooster?
Is the origin of this thought the ego of mine?
Or is it my habit of indulging in deep thought?
Bleak is the world for the sick man
Even when the sun burns the brightest
So I see my calling to become the bird
That wakes the ones with their eyes wide shut
I am not the kind who embraces death
But your silence is all the more killing
None is more mysterious than humans
Who are attuned only to pleasant news
The license to kill has replaced the fragrance
Of the flowers with the smell of blood
I lie on the bed watching this decay
Under the vigil of the watchmen
This fight will last till the bees find their hive
And we find out lost paradigm"
"This venture is taken by the fair one
Who has resolved to know no rest "
THE FAIR ONE:
"My desires are frozen in the depths of my soul
But I'll die if that can awaken the millions
The dark clouds will pass away
As the darkness won't bind us
And god will guide us
Towards the path we believe in"