I see queues for a bread
Tents in the snow,
And a frozen kid,
I share photo or two,
And I think to myself,
what a hypocrite world.
I see skies are gloom,
There is a game of throne,
And those littles dots
Are born to the drone
And I think to myself,
What a hypocrite world.
I read empty words
And some thick reports
I see leaders speak
And fabric of news
I hear someone asks
Does it go by color?
Some lives worth than other..
It’s so true
This place is ours,
The thieves should go
It deserve much more,
Than we’ll ever do.
But I think to myself,
What a hypocrite world.
Yes, I think to myself,
What a hypocrite world.
Oh yeah.
January 13, 2015 at 1:10 pm
Along with the husky voice … brilliant fit!
hypocrite planet indeed
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January 13, 2015 at 1:29 pm
amazing abir
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