Children of sorrow gnaw into their thumbs.
Nowhere to go nowhere to sleep.
Something implodes in their ruined minds.
Everyday sun comes with a dream in summer,
when jasmine blooms.
This year winter is going to be different.
A tranquil hand will cover the sobs of wailing buds.
Backward goes the illusion quickly.
Happiness is bargained for excuses.
Triumphantly the nation moves on!
My blood turns blue in the arteries,
Guilt is writ large on the face.
The poverty of words weeps in vain.
How long the fear will reign?
The anger of ephemerality and failed promises
moves absurdly in geometrical people.