25/09/2023
Writing By: Reekelitsoe Rapoeea.
Pene Pampiring Script:
"I'm sorry, what are you a victim of?
When the room is dark and the walls have ears.
When in the sound of silence you're all that you hear.
When the masses disappear, magicians of the truth, and there's no one to impress.
When there's no room for pretence because all your elephants are being addressed.
Tell me, what are you a victim of?
When your mind is the devil's playground and your memories have all the toys.
Eggshells for legos, tip toeing Barbie dolls strangled with skipping ropes.
Hot wheels using action figures as asphalt, metaphors of your stepping stones.
When none of your toy boats stay afloat so you just throw skipping stones.
When you pond over, relationships that sunk into the Bermuda.
But you live in fear so you shy away from the scuba.
No really, what are you a victim of?
When you chase the shine of what is wanted at the cost of the light of what you have.
When 'Hurt People Hurt people ' is instead a command you observe.
When you don't wear a shoe when it fits you, so you walk on eggshells barefoot.
When you want a cape to save you, but wear a birthday suit when they need you.
When compassion is a lawsuit, debatable until it suits you.
And action reaction is law with Yin Yang as the naked truth.
Think about it, what are you a victim of?
When you've flooded our shoulders to waterfalls and salty swamps,
But yours turns our vents into cents that don't matter to non.
Bullets that load up your gun, perfect for when you want to judge.
Look in the mirror, what are you a victim of?
When the jargon isn't victim blaming but self evaluation.
Introspect, see if what you demand from the world is your radiation.
And If the world is running a train on you, wonder if isn't the best form of flirtation."
