Shush
World keeps to turn on,
we are born and die,
dawn comes as night ends.
death reigns in all spots
of this poor, old land.
Time takes big paces,
we don't learn parts,
in things that change
the world and life
My minds stuck,
hands are tied,
they are quiet
Tell me
what's right
Shush!
Copyright © Junate Ersal | Year Posted 2012
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