Look at them

Look at the children on earth
Chasing the Sun
See what's not there
No one knows
While life goes on
Without compromise

On the other hand there is nothing to do but complain and pamper yourself
in matters that damage the soul and ignite the fire of hostility

Whose fault is this?
Whose sin is this?

While they continue to talk about money politics like playing under street lights trying to convince people

O, Mr. wise, are your tears dry for them?

Is there no way out?

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Poetry from @black-horse