One would think some people’s blood never flows
Like that of those with big fame, ‘cause their lives
And death pass like stars that never had glows.
At war are as many heads as trees’ leave,
Yet they speak of general in advance
And general withdrawing or falling.
How they rest ain’t known, and they have no chance
Of world compassion, ‘cause they’ve been living
As with tar blood: birds won’t see it to cry
Fly away and the news bring to the world.
Unknown folk never live and never die,
“Be strong!” their families are never told,
Neither will they hide ‘cause haven’t crimes high:
Love and compassion them will show the sky.