When they killed my mother it made me nervous
I thought to myself, it was right:
Of course she was crazy, and how she ate!
And she died, after all, in her way,  for the state.
But I minded: how queer it was to stare
At one of them not sitting there.

When they drafted sister I said all night,
"It's healthier there in the fields";
And I would think "now I'm helping to win the war,"
When the neighbors came in, as they did, with my meals.
And I was, I was, but I was scared
With only one of them sitting there

When they took my cat for the Army Crops
Of conservation and supply,
I thought of him there in the cold with the mice
And I cried, and I cried, and I wanted to die.
They were there, and I saw them, and that is my life.
Now there is nothing. I'm dead, and I want to die

                                                                      Randall Farrell (1914-1965)

Have you ever thought of the life you are into
Have you ever thought of the child you used to be
All you needed was a toy, to bring the joy
You had missed

You see people die, you hear children cry
Homeless people pray for the end of their day

You used to say a heartfelt words to some people you have met
When all they needed was a milk
To feed the starving kids

People are killed, people die, and children cry
You never went to see the suffer they are in
You only watch a broken TV screen with half a light

You thought your own suffering was too much
And that you had a hard time figuring out your hopeless life

You don't need nobody to get you from the life you are into
You have a shelter and a strength to build an empire for you and them
But you never thought of the life they are in
How come!
When you already didn't think of yours

What a shame
A selfish with a shelter
With no aim or maintain.

There was a time when I thought that I'm going to have you like forever
I spent a while till I realized that forever is just an illusion
It's easy said than to be done

Even if you love me strongly
deeply inside yourself
you know
the truth
that nothing
last forever

you may think that our love is enough
to beat the word itself

but the word itself can get us anywhere else
reality is no heaven no paradise.