Souls Asylum - Ode to a forgotten kind
Pack my bags in a confused neuronal frenzy
A ticket to an unknown paradise the shores of my Casamance
A runaway train scanning the signs of the forgotten land
As the feet rhythmically splatter to the mud soaked bus stand
It's two in the morning the heart devoid of any feeling
An inevitable choice to escape the iron fist dealing
Paitre the re-incarnation of a cannibalistic leviathan creature
Maitre the banshee shrieking the tune of a venomous child eater
I remember the tale of my sister Mary Jane
Who had her last dance on the lap of her guardian's pubic mane
As the pearl jammed against the restrictive oyster shell
She escaped to her destiny from her chambers of an eternal hell
I am the victim of the inevitability of human nature
That mutates the temples to a carnivorous amorphous creature
Not even innocence is spared as the amazons are brutally ravaged
Orellano the guide to those boats that escaped the hands of the savaged
Across the Atlantic, unfolded the story of innocence lost
To the devils in robes un-empathetic to the human cost
As the runaway trains reached the shores the calming Irish
The echoes the church walls haunting the predators' conscience-leash
I remember the stories of the earliest of them all
When human cargo was unloaded from the southern costal trawl
When Casamance was lost to the tyrants in many hues pale
The Mandinka spirit escaped to tell their rapturous emancipation tale
Now the story of the Asian mestiza sold to contemporary's slave trade
A forced destiny to crash against the fluid, as the bounty of innocence fade
Escape the shanty badlands on the shores of the unforgiving Pasig
Her runaway train to catch, a new lease for life's second dig
These are the stories of the downtrodden in their quest for an earthly paradise
In the roulette tables of life to find their unique serendipitous sunrise
To the arms of angles showering grace to these forgotten soles in their forsaken phylum
The journey to an eternal freedom to the chainless soul asylum
The underground soul asylum flourishes under the radar
A abolitionist network spanning the badlands even the grand crater
Run by angels in their vengeance against humanity's sins
A sanctuary for the emancipated for a lease of new wings
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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