Peace! My dream!

I sit home,numb in shock
Not knowing what to do...
Glued to the TV and praying hard
That somehow all of it isn't true

Then slowly, my temper begins to rise
And I want a gun to head to CST
To blast the heads off the pigs
Who dared befoul my beloved city

As my brain begins to calm just a bit
I realize it's not them I should go kill
The fault lies within after all
And dear Home ministers now get top bill

The word 'politics' is often an excuse
For the selfish powers to get away
But no more, no more, I scream
Our governance now needs a new way

And so I grit my teeth and sit back down
Trying to gather enough anger from around
To realize a bit of the dream that could be our city
Where if not anything else, peace will surround.

What the heart really wants...

It seems so very hard

To put your finger on just the thing

That shall give you a clue as to

What the heart really wants

You crave for the tastes of the world

And lust for grades to top every other

But are chocolates and a distinction

What the heart really wants?

You think you'd like a cosy bike ride

Because it seems so much fun on TV screens

But is a feigned forced pleasure

What the heart really wants?

You think a ghost of the past

Or maybe just a knight of your dreams

Is probably close to being

What your heart really wants

But you never stop to listen

To your heart screaming to the hills

Waiting to solve every mystery surrounding

What you heart really wants

Stop, turn and look back inside

At what you've been missing all the while

And breathe in the secrets to understand

What your heart really wants.