Saturday, 1 June 2013


Whispers are carried in the wind
Pleas of help and redemption
A prayer of the weak
A cry of the opressed
On the deserted streets you pass
Hungry children plead with you
With large eyes devoid of hope
The night is laden with pleas
Of a thief sorrounded by an angry mob
I did'nt mean to steal he cries
My pregnant wife needs medication
It is a damned world
Filled with people living damned lives
The sun no longer shines
The rays have been obscured
By the sadness of lost souls young and old

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