The Scene of Grievance
I see the tears
Falls from the eyes of the innocences
I see the guts
It’s moving swiftly into waste
There’s no place to hide
The war has already begun
It’s the rise and fall of a kingdom
The management of the regal company
The people are crying
Shed the tears of heaven rain
The world is getting old and so are we
And somehow I feel so hopeless
There is a scene of grievance
The melancholy of the invisible people
The scene you neglected to see
And it’s real so don’t think something surreal
I am weak without armor shields my skin
But I want to fight out there
I think the world needs millions of souls
Souls who will fight for it, to defend it
I want to see a different world
Where the people help others
Leave aside all the differences
Fight for a better life, a better world
Buried all the capitalist and the monarchist
Because this inequality is contagious
Most of them are dying for food and education
This is the actual scene of grievance
But take a look at them,
Drinking from the river of gold
Trying to tear down the existence of the world
They’re turning dirt into gold but love into hate
The world needs help
But how can I help?
Copyright © Mony Reyna | Year Posted 2007
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