Granny's Tears

GRANNY'S TEARS

About the days we're born,

When the oceans flows with no regrets,

And the sun smiles with no hate,

The birds sings with no pain,

Then, the air delivers the message in our HEARTS❤️,

With gratitude, each day passes the day to the next day,

And the moon teaches the new infants how to sing.

Those days when the sky rains diamonds on Earth,

When the sweats of our farmers germinates foods,

And the bullets of our hunters brings home soft furs,

When the pretty stars was to beautify the night in our eyes,

Then, Nature gave us trees for shelter and to food our mouths,

When the love of a youth was love and not lost,

then, we fought for glory and survival not for pride,

Then our ancestors were acknowledged,

When our yes was yes and our no was never,

Then, our CHI was all we know,

When happiness was our priority of living,

But those days are gone.

Now are pain, Regrets, Hates, Pride, lies,

yet no one lifts their eyes to the skies,

to see how dark the world has become,

and how cold - that we're shivering to death,

who will save humanity?.

the rivers now cries for help,

the vultures now fly over corpses instead of perching,

Greed has taken it all,

who will bring back the days we we're born?

how many efforts have you tried yet failed?

on which shrine will I lay my soul for the redemption of mankind?