Through the picture
One drop fell from an eye, and walls are still hurting
Maybe? History will outpour sympathy upon us
In this era, we journey with uncontrolled turmoil
Deteriorating, already sabotage faces, whipped with nightmares
Parading in our village, encroaching marriage bed of colorant village headmen
Swimming with bellies, anticipating our own fingers to massage them
Singing ‘can’t get enough’, budding in seconds territory of riches
Still, we stand tall for them
Like smiling citizens, admiring to fight for free
Truth? Even running water came to rebuke the abundance corruption in our warm village
It is something more, maybe of the depths? Maybe we lost it?
Blurred it out, foots in dusty rallies
Confusing thousands, with uncertain rhythms
Like shadows terrified through the picture
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