A profane existence
One life one heart – with so many promises
He took it down with gun, at time once upon
Feeling anger, all said has done
A thorn in the flesh
A public dismay
Rise with the clashes and we feed them with humility
The fear – the lies – with so mant funerals
The force of law wait for the dice roll
Sudden explosions driven by remote hand of threat
Burning with hopes – no will to live and feel no hope
Decaying begins above the master’s head
At the heads of big, with extreme thickness
You think about social crisis
Leading them like the mices
Let shut the mouth of gossips
Look at the eyes of the free man speaks…