This is an old story that is repeated
about the sky the anger of the raging rivers pour out
heard a city filled with mud
There aren't enough tears here
because people prefer to put the television in the head-mouths facing the camera
tears became words
words make use of tears
Always staged repeatedly with the same story
with the same character
keep the crowd there
to compare shoe sizes
We who have tears
only as a complement to the patient
