Misfit

The day the sky bleeds Rain We all dances with Flowers The day the sun planted sorrow We wept under the tree of shame Howbeit virgins become prostitude Why Our mothers are hungry for touch? What If tomorrow die before noon? What if the Babies sing among The kings? What ears can hear Their noise and blabbing? Change your imagination and change course We are all hang here Unblown like the ground I wish I could love change and humanity But my pen is still missing can't get my muse Only my ink can surpress those who hunger For blood and surpress truth and love Live once, live life at your own will, misfit.