Strike and Locks

Strike for what you deserve
The process can’t be reversed
Back and forth the same route
The fruit is never good
Bulls locking horns

I bite you bite
Debate who’s wrong and who’s right
Road blocks
Tomorrow praying today meets dusk
But the sun revolts against the moon
Both heading towards doom

Receive but refuse to give
Seat round the table
The foetus is never conceived
How would the child touch the cradle?
We’re conceived before we’re received

Compromise is compromised
Understanding is long demise
Give where you hope to receive
Defy same, the spearhead of discord.

Every old was once upon a time young
Truth is a forever element
We live everyday to fight
Some we win some we shed more tears than a crocodile
We live for the moon time, and the sun light.

Once upon a time it was freedom
Till we bought what we can’t manage
Old slating every young
Cancelling the x to their o’s
and shutting down every ray of light.

The race is not to the swift
Only those with enough cash to spare
Have a choice to leap or stare
From a bird-view in the clouds
Safe from land mines.

Let the truth be told
And let the guns hold their bullet
It is better to not live a lie
Than hold your heart out in the rain
Without an umbrella.

Thomas & Ola