Everyday the sun rises,birds singing,
Gunshots in the Ghettos and still people
die. I give birth hoping someone is coming
To advance my life,so my new borns will
Indulge in my new blossomed life and
The ones i took feel pain for leaving, while
Delighted by the presence of God.

Everyday blood falls on the palm of my
Hands and still no one cares. Technology
Kidnaped my new borns while making
Their lives better and more improved

Well celebrated people in a banal try and
Still no change. Am on my knees because
Am getting weaker eveyday by mankind,
But i improve the lives of some, while it
Seems i hate the less fortunate. Am tired
Of mimic perfecting people, because reality is am getting close to my "slumber
Of death". The end of the begining . My
Fate revealed