Perhaps you know
Or you don’t – ruthless earth
Of cruel ruthless earth.
Shall I give you her heart – rending news
Humanity sleeps here with an empty stomach
Will ever any sweet dream come for them?
But their wailing becomes a
Whining sound of a vile toad
And sound is not audible
For their throats are parched
Thirst and hunger.
There are tall tales of humanity
For them a song of emancipation
For them fight for a sweet dream?
And I am waiting for another