Seeking the chill of the weather,
He kneels to say a prayer,
Asking soft clouds for hard water.
But the poor without a shelter
And this destitute beggar
Pray for a sunny weather.
On this ironical earth
Every wish is a curse
The killed and the killer
Were sons of one mother.
For a piece of bread, he'll slaughter
The aged grey in his father.
Blood washes the streets of Syria,
Baby Zack is dumped with his diaper!
There is another earth
Where consciences aren't obsolete!
I pen my heart on this paper,
Hoping the devil is a good reader.
Let him see, let it be clearer
That wickedness will prosper
As long as justice squats a bit longer,
And only 'nothing' last forever.
On this ravenous earth
Our evil is pure perfection!
This thinking earth is stronger
Than 'muse', the goddess thinker
For this earth is drunk with power!
Is that hard to decipher?
If I die a gifted writer,
Etch these words on stones of silver.
There is another earth
Where poets never die!
