The
bell of sorrow and pain
In
the dark lonely nights in the alleys
Those
of the years ago
We
shouldn't be thinking of it
When
leaders have bankrupt of ideas
When
the sound of aggression erupts in the air
They
say they are the majority
Yet
they are the rats in the holes
The
phantoms of the nights
Erupting
into the darkness fall
Letting
them do the intimidating work
The
leaders toast their good fortunes
The
bell of sorrow and pain
Lingering
in the dark nights
The
heat of the hot season
There
is no rain to pamper in
The
common folks
The
people on the streets
The
homeless and beggars
The
bell of sorrow and pain
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