together with the first sunshine
you can just listen to the first scream
of lamentation of people that are dying
or that last someone
while a child cry for
a piece of bread
and the mother is seen the son
dying for no reason

they are millions aglomerations in
camps of death
everybody is praying to turn out right
to refuse the insane of
who doesn't respect
the life beneath your eyes

cadavers rottened by the time
they don't have rest for the soul
the smell of death goes through kilometers
but doesn't do much to be of insane mind