Wastes fumes like ashes,
The truth melts in our eyes,
Driven out by fame,
Denying our responsibility,
Like that of political rights,
Groaning peace but yet crimes,
Blazing around with our own blood,
Cheering for rights but yet misfit of it,
Promise after promise,
Delayed by time screeching for the one forgotten war,
That still left us in agony.