Smoke In the Market

That smoke, stinks and heat You are underneath In the fish market You died suffocated No one loves you You died nothing If you don't stink You are kept there You are no human Because you are 'illegals' You are nothing But a waste that stink You don't have to defend If you love yourselves Wake up, mirror yourselves Don't forget to wash your face Look at yourselves and fonder what happen You are a 'catshit' Lovelier than a 'bullshit' No one could help Help alone yourselves Not anyone but you Wake up, knocked the morning! I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug! Nature City. 21 March 2015. 8:52AM Room of Angels.