It hurts to be you?


 

When the evening comes

The cry is singing

For the a poor child

Oppressed into labor

And it hurts me.

When the evening comes

The dead is dancing

Over innocents bodies

Smashed in the desert

And it hurts me.

When the evening comes

The scent is odorless

For an extinct nature

In run for the money

And it hurts me.

When the evening comes

The law is blind

For a criminal mind

Pleading insanity

While laughing inside

And it hurts me.

When the evening comes

Indifference is stabbing

As passing a homeless

Looking the other way

And it hurts me.

When the evening comes

The love is gone

For an abandon child

Inside of a dumpster

By a reckless mother

And it hurts me.

When the evening comes

The silence is calling

The thought of a question

That is pushed in abyss

Human, It hurts to be you?

When the evening comes….