a pitiful farewell to my nightingale

i have pain in my eyes
when i sit to write this
no tears nor a melting heart of ice
just a feeling of something amiss

a silent soul i remained
but tortured was i
when i have not entertained-
friction, then why?

when she packed her stuff
and prepared to so leave
why were u rough
making her to grieve

and when i sit here alone
grieving of wats different today
i might turn to stone
before wats fair, bridges delay

Fuck em rules
and them their makers
cos no heart those fools-
ever had those fakers

when silent i remained
and let u run things
peace u must have regained
but where is FAIR about whom everyone sings

to clap its said
two hands but they need
why is it so made
that mine is bound and the rest all freed

why is it that i am deprived
of my right to be, in times of her need
or have u forgotten poets when this far u 've arrived
that a friend in need is a friend indeed

but then a law abiding citizen
i will suffocatedly remain
but ashamed i am to be clubbed among men
even under the most dubious of domain