A tongue sealed by a mass
Unheard not deigned of a glance
A voice blackened
A book already written
Lays its stories down again and again
Skin burnt off the face
And the celebration
Feasted on the throat scraping screams
As melting eyes, melting eyes
Witnessed the poverty in each cheering hand
Cinders spread on the ground
Along with scattered beliefs
Concrete walls around heads
To lull them to sleep
Deeper in the mistakes
Legs marching to the same song
And it drags its victims
As it plays loud in the ears