Smoke In the Market
That smoke, stinks and heat
You are underneath
In the fish market
You died suffocated
No one loves you
You died nothing
If you don't stink
You are kept there
You are no human
Because you are 'illegals'
You are nothing
But a waste that stink
You don't have to defend
If you love yourselves
Wake up, mirror yourselves
Don't forget to wash your face
Look at yourselves
and fonder what happen
You are a 'catshit'
Lovelier than a 'bullshit'
No one could help
Help alone yourselves
Not anyone but you
Wake up, knocked the morning!
I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
Nature City. 21 March 2015. 8:52AM
Room of Angels.
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