The world has refused to be civil.
She's armed with vices and evils.
Mysteries no one can unravel.
A situation that leaves me marvelled.
The whistles of a wind so wild.
An atmosphere apparently defiled.
Since I was a little child,
life has never proved to be mild.
The streets are starved of smiles.
It's all sorrow in pathetic piles.
I have walked many miles...
all I see is destruction in styles.
Sometimes life is all about torture...
profound pains without a measure.
Still survival remains our culture
as we fight for a better future.
Everyday we live our live
