On Roads to Damascus

On roads to Damascus..
Desert storms brew, new seasons...
Blows with life of attestation's vigour..

Like the push of  dominos  falling..
Puppets masters fall off..
In suscession, against up raising ..


Puppets on revolution..
Swept up on the path way..
Them against us as we proceed..


Divide, isolate and selfish rule ..
Pointing fingures ..
At phatoms enemies..


Illusion used as weapons ..
To maintain strings,  ..
The 60 year old  emergency law t' stands ...


And we will come to know pain
Before the day is over, it is what price paid 
The course for falling souls, to be made heroes 


This is animal farm, 
George Orwell in old byzantine ..
After Napoleon takes over ..


And the opposition is silenced ..
The Marxist taste of power 
The seduction of calling all his own


But not today, the storms brews..
Paul is visited on the road to Damascus..
The storm blows across accient lands...


And the revolution is to be known..
Even if not televised, try youtube..
Words spread, twitter and facebook..


The civilization is older than the oppression..
Let that be known, its new seasons ..
On roads to Damascus ..