It's a sad day in the city today
my sun doesn't show his way
hope it rains one of these days
wash these wicked people away
wash away, wash away...
let's go sit on the bridge by the bay
let the cool breeze fly us away
let's get naked on the way
before the wrinkles take our skin way
take away, take away...
I am angry with this world today
thought of a few words I must say
these gods you create made of clay
don't do anything but betray
do you know these games you play
will be played on your someday
these earthly goods you crave
are not meant to be saved
not to be saved, not to be saved...
I am angry with this world today
thought of a few words I must say
these gods you create made of clay
don't do anything but betray
what I say is what I may
I may do when I'm brave
to be loved some other day
the day when I lay
Bilal Ahmed
copyright @ by Bilal Ahmed 2000
Review by Nish Nadaraja to Poetry.com:
"I think you should do a spoken word piece with it. You or someone reading it, with crazy and emotional guitar interspersed. As if the guitar is reacting to the words, not just accompanying it. I love it, I want to print it on a nice paper and in color and frame it."
