Walking on the streets we see many of us asking for little coins to survive. Sad look in their faces. People just pass on, some help, but never look their eyes.
The rain is filling empty vessels down here. So green they will grow, and some way we know that is the only thing that we really need.
I still see animals in cages, sad puppies eyes, like sad little kids asking for care. Some stupid emotional kid will take this and say "That`s mine!"
So... Now HURT to see what we are. What we are becoming. Now we bow your heads in shame. A shame callled human.
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