The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
Trusting our leaders is like saying the prostitute loves you
When she has so many others to fuck with.
Trusting our leaders is like trying to improve the taste of new wine
By adding sugar.
Trusting our leaders is drenching flame with flame,
Arguing with emotions alone,
Cutting cakes at funerals.
Trusting our leaders
Without asking how they became leaders,
Is what we're doing.
The guns fire
And children die,
And it falls on the people.
They rob banks
And rape
And kidnap,
And it falls on the people.
We bowed down
And made our backs the steps for them to ascend to the pedestal,
And they say they did it all alone.
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