Cries and cries of the mute
Punches from broken arms
Helpless in front of the silent shots
All left is the hopefilled farms
Of the growing seeds
Alas! All are drowned
In the shower of fire
Do the world not see?
Have the world not seen?
All look but do not see
the innocent…
Will they ever glance at them?
Do the world really care?
Soaring shots of fire..
Do the world really care…
Blood!! Blood” Don’t you see?
Blood! Blood!!, don’t smell?
Still devouring
this appetite for flesh
Ah! Do you see..
