Mob hurts you when you were standing alone in a crowd.
Bending like blade of grass, you accepted the rocks.
Your inner world broke down.
Softly you became a river, flowing, meandering, sucking the barriers.
The shivering relationship puts off the mask,
a catastrophy or liquidation of a frame took place.
With no regrets, life declares the fall of our incorruptible icon.
The time and face changed the color.
Farewell to truth was given!
For the poverty, the dirt; the shriveled faces, god repented.
Dark lead the dark.
Blasts of anger did not help.
Few feet crossed the path of truth.
Stormy winds erased the clusters of white roses.