And the shroud cried
Not pertaining by a homicide.
The race turned to dust
Lying upon the annihilated crust
Millions die
Billions cry
But the media reports
Nothing that is to testify!
A Syrian boy drifted ashore
What uproar!
And soundlessly
First world left through the back-door!
The dream of a daughter
To become a doctor
And help to prosper
Died by a bullet fired through a helicopter
But the economy of your country
Is still nice
Not even making you to think twice
That you’re consuming blood shed brown rice.
