Your mind-power is full of stress Your eyes' color is pure sadness The way you look at me is asking for help The way I look at you is "sorry I can't help" The way we look at to everywhere is---- "Is there anyone alive or any food left?"
I used to be a doctor in this clinic You used to be a patient in this clinic We used to meet for cure in this clinic This clinic that used to be a clinic in this town This town that used to be a town In where all the originalities are now unfound We are glad to see each other with little hopes We are sad to see each other helplessly broke
We are not on hunger strike We just need foods and rice We don't have a time to fight We just need to rebuild lives
The killer never kind Wild cyclone Nargis has left so much carnage The dictator never mind Mad-minded militarists have rejected so much aid Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? I could never understand these callous vital signs!
{May Those Mismanagements Collapse In Hell Forever!}
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