NO BREAKFAST FOR THE NICE

In a world . . .

Where “The new reality” has stolen the conscience of THE GOOD HEARTS,

And planted new seeds filled with cold secrets and all kinds of poison.

And if you listen carefully …

The righteous have started to loose their voice,

As we woke up one morning,

And all we could hear where the loud songs of a corrupt anthem.

In a world ..

where a warm gesture has been raped by the new eyes of the day,

For even the air feels different.

The language of greed unfolds – giving birth too many new souls

And all that matters – is a ride on the fast lane,

For these are different days – AND THERE IS NO BREAKFAST FOR THE NICE