...Dead bats and
rats and a hat to
cover the blood
We all dream
like whispers in the
silence of despair
Trying so hard pretending not
to be hypocrites
Laughing
when everbody else is
smiling
So we could deny the
pain and blame it for
the rain
We are people
strangers
gathering stones for a miracle
But when the hunger strikes
we feast on soil and
remember that we
all
bleed...