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