• vatsal_ 25w

    My soul aches and my heart cries
    As the clouds eat the poor’s food
    And sun steals his water

    My soul aches and my heart cries
    As the dreams of kids breaks
    And shatters the efforts of the father

    My soul aches and my heart cries
    As the mother who screams at god to kill her in exchange for her son’s lives
    And deaf are the people who lives beside

    My soul aches and my heart cries
    As the last breath is drawn
    And bodies crumble

    My soul aches and my heart cries
    As rich are sleeping in their palaces
    And their leftovers are being picked to survive

    My soul aches and my heart cries
    As the blood of poor are made offerings to gods
    And the offerings are what kills which survives