The red sun shines high
The grey clouds hide the blue sky
As the heatwave rides the winds
And the common man sweats with the heat
The fighters run in a rush
homeless or home savers
asking for a divine favor
sweating with fear and a day of labor
The culprits sneak in the woods
with the firestarters under their hoods
dreaming of the money they took
sweating with the guilt of a crook
different sweats, with different flavors
they reflect the lives of different morals
and even belonging to dead men memorials
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
The red sun shines high
The grey clouds hide the blue sky
As the heatwave rides the winds
And the common man sweats with the heat
The fighters run in a rush
homeless or home savers
asking for a divine favor
sweating with fear and a day of labor
The culprits sneak in the woods
with the firestarters under their hoods
dreaming of the money they took
sweating with the guilt of a crook
different sweats, with different flavors
they reflect the lives of different morals
and even belonging to dead men memorials