From a young boy there’s a cry
In that city burning by
He lost his childhood
To a collective mental rape
From a mother who alone abide
(She just lost another child),
There is a broken sigh
– Medal for her burdened heart
A grievious wailing of a tribe
Where destiny is the bribe
Offered the same plaguing dream
Shattering our collective, merged rim
And none else hears
And no one cares
All giddy, in quest
Of heaving afloat their heads
CRY
C
