MALABAR - Intellectual

This is the greatest story never told

This is...

What I do not burn will burn me back

What I do not burn will bring me back

Memories I don’t want to remember

You see sometimes we have to burn

We have to burn our trauma

Burn what we know

We have to burn now

Burn while we can

But everything we are running away from

Because when the inferno comes

Therе will be no chance to burn

Ah, ah, ah…

I am the Angelus Novus

As I look back on the wreckage that is

I see debris. Piling skyward

I would like to stay, awaken the dead

And make whole what has been smashed

But a storm is blowing

A storm is blowing from Paradise

I don’t get to choose

I don’t get to choose if I get to fly, I must go

This storm is what we call progress, and we go with the wind

We are walking backwards into a future we will never be able to see

What has informed the past must inform the present…

There is no such thing as now… [now, now]

We are walking backwards into the future

We had no rights, no say

No rights no say, no rights no say

And we long to be free and day

Tabula Rasa, what we don’t know will kill us

Tabula Rasa, who gets to decide our futures?

Tabula Rasa, I don’t know my history

Tabula Rasa, who holds the pen?

Who holds the pen?

Who holds the torch?

“Who is the lighter…..?”

“Hubris, saliva”

“Who is the lighter…..?”

“Hubris, saliva”

“Who is the lighter…..?”

“Hubris, saliva”

“Who is the light?”

My people are disenfranchised from a system that never was built to serve us

This capitalist world where we are the slaves who have built this place yet we are similarly..

Kings and queens never recognised for the regal

The reality that we are

The royal regalia will not remain with its people...

Who holds the power in today’s society?

Not me

Reparations? This abomination