'Neath cement ceilings of sorrow and dying
Over the ground that hosts cold remains
Built 'tween the walls of struggle and calmness
Stands the remembrance of red labour pains
Cold linen covers with stains made of sweat
Cold linen covers with scars made of hope
Umbilical lovers for ever and ever
Until this thin cord means but nooses and rope
Cold iron tools with stains made of blood
Cold iron tools for cutting down slumber
Organic wet pools for the thirst of the reaper
'Till nothing remains but oxygens' hunger
Cold human cries that run down the alleys
Cold human cries that make mommies laugh
Some human dies but never enough here
Not in here, not in here -duality's rough
Warm human shelter to hide human shelters
Sobs made of something we later call dread
Eyes made of nothing but forced recollections
Of countless small wishes again to be dead
'Neath cement ceilings of sorrow and dying
Under a future that never asks "When?"
What happens here, happens for ever
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