The Basic Law states that human dignity in inviolable. But dignity, physical and mental health have long since become the playball of abuse of power and corruption. Very well expressed. Powerful writing dear Damian!

I hate corruption. Seems that it’s becoming more obvious with no one taking charge. Awesome piece dude!

When reality warps, the shapeshifters ascend as keepers of the shifting veil.
Only those who guard the ancient flame of truth withstand the empire of forgetting.
Great words Damian.

A terrific summary of mankind’s terrifying – and worsening – predicament. Excellent Damian. Harriet-Jacqui xx

Damian this poem brings light to everything that is going on. Really good cuz.

This reads like a warning flare shot straight into the dark.
The anger is focused, and the clarity makes it hit harder.

I literally sat on my hands for a minute so I didn’t launch into immediate rant. The whole purpose of their actions is multifold, I think. First and foremost, create fear and stir up animosity and hatred. Second, fill their privately owned concentration camps for free labor. And third, though definitely not least, continue the trafficking started by the big name these days. These people need to be stopped, prosecuted and locked away forever. Powerful, my friend

Hahaha, the transition from the giver of life to the taker, from the peacemaker to the shit starter. The power of making a coward a brave individual, with the right plan a beggar could live comfortably. We want to discuss this with you soon, tight

Brilliantly penned, Naaj. This is a powerful write my friend, I dig the layers and incredible storytelling brother. This is next level good, much respect sir. Appreciate you.

Damian

I would have never imagined thinking of a firearm this way. I love the way you kept writing it in a verse of the testament as if you scribing it into the book

Incredible write. Totally captivating for the reader. It is bold but not violent. It simply speaks of the potential for…
This is a great write, Naajir. Very thick with detail and circumstance. Awesome.

Man, I hate guns! Loud popping sounds in general trigger me a bit. I remember a time when we fought with bats, bricks, and small knives. Some were good with their fists. My main criticism about self-defense with a gun is that some idiot will pull that sucker in a panic and shoot himself or some bystander. A lotta folks don’t even consider that. There was a time when only specialized warriors held that kind of fear & respect. Now any ol’ fool can be a serious danger. The Devil’s world in a nutshell. Great topic!

“A familiar voice wears a bitter grin”
I can clearly understand your excellently expressed words, dear Damian. Such songs can trigger an endless loop of depressing thoughts. But they hold also the potential to make us aware of the shadows in our soul and help us to heal them.

This is free flowing thought is deep. It is amazing what the mind will produce at any given time.

There’s nothing worse than past regrets. If we could only get it right the first time it would alleviate so much. But life doesn’t allow it. Sad but true. Good one, Damian.

damn it dearest Damian this is great ❤️

Great rhymes, awesome message. Well done my friend.

” Listening to those old songs again

They speak of pain and past regret”

Yeahhh. I get this. The older I get the more I resonate with
those Truth Tellers of the past

Thorough work, Damian

much respect

Naaj

This hits with the weight of memory that refuses to soften, each line carrying its own ache. I love how the poem lets the past speak plainly—no sugar, just the raw residue of living.

Oh the layers in this one. It’s interesting how old songs can take us back to a moment and it’s fresh again, but we’re able to look at it through the eyes of hindsight. That’s where regret comes into play. Without hindsight, we don’t know there’s anything to regret. I sit with old tunes sometimes just to remind myself where I am, because of where I’ve been. And then I change the music and carry on. It’s all we can do. But those old ones… Feeling this one, my friend