A King

My selfish mind that makes me Cry...

Black hard labour of many lost or last days

Shouted help to stop to end

With bleeding wounds

Souls.... yet skin dirty blue

Smelling teardrops of tasted sweat and blood

Red mud 

Dirty covered spirits of open souls

Struggling

How so strong believers of Faith 

God.....

Of forgiveness that will sometime end

God Almighty God

Day and Day

Pain and Pain

Hope and Hope

Intact minds open wounds

Going crazy

I will not die

My Soul i have ...my soul i have

When will it end