Submission

They are playing hard this time, and all these broken pieces of shades and stones are thrown away, and all these papers and chapters are enforced to get away, into our homes and castles. This time, yet they call it another day of justice, just like how they count one to nine without a doubt, just like how they spell your name and my name without a misspelt . How was that possible, to walk across these empty streets without people calling out our names, to sign an agreement without a pen and a paper. This time, yet they call it another day of submission, just like how they count one to seven without a regret, just like how they spell everyone's names without a mistake.