Gangland? Unabridged.

He feels his machete,
Gets the comfort of knowing he still has it
And in the name of ill will,
Turns cold inside.
An inhuman spirit runs through him,
As he strangles a fellow human,
One with no power whatsoever ,
to change that which is unchangeable.
The news go fast ,
It actually spreads like wildfire,
Men stutter and speak in low tones,
Of what our land has become.
And they ask,
Has it become a gangland?
If you speak not and do your thing,
They think you must be after something.
If you speak out,
You are a loud mouth and a nuisance,
and you must be silenced.
And so one after the other is silenced,
Till the guns go silent.

No other Land.

When you beat the drums of war,
And prepare us for bloodshed,
When you don't tolerate each other,
Calling each other names,
When your campaign machines roar,
And you don't care how deafening it is,
Care only that we've got no other land to call ours.

Let me remind you again,
For the umpteenth time,
That we've got no fare to exotic destinations.
Nay,we're not even used to the cultures out there,
The cuisine in foreign lands will make us sick.
Please preserve our peace,
We've got no other land to call home.

Power is deceptive,
It's fallacious,especially when it gets to your head.
We care less though on its effect on you,
Remember we pay for your enhanced status,
Or have you forgotten that its our tray you eat from?
But we don't mind all this,
Only that you preserve our peace,
Because we've got no other land to call home.