When your eyes are hungry...

...and your mouth starts to bleed,
and you're naked, running in circles,
trying to find an escape exit,
the world is laughing from your face,
and the words you pronounce can't be heard,
and the tears you shad can't stop falling,
and the anger you feel can't be more than a feeling stuck in your little mind,
between thousand and thousand voices claming for peace,
claming for a chance to live again...
Between the gray of the big cities,
I do believe there's a red heart beating, breathing,
fighting for a chance to change the rules of the game,
but I'm seeing something bigger,
bigger than any other race or nation,
and that's so powerful, and it's burning of power,
and it controls every race in the whole world.
The lights are all shining upon it,
it's raining on a cold cold night of autumn
and the most part of the world is feeling the rain falling in their skins,
not because they want to, but because they don't have an option.
And the powerful hand that controls the world
doesn't even care about it, where's the power now?
Are them using the power to sell people life for the economy?
Are they satisfacted with their treasures,
when million of people die every day in the whole world,
hungry, with no home, with no fate, with no salvation!
Are you, America, thinking you can play with us,
the same way as your children use to play with their toy dolls?
We have feelings, America, and we don't need your intervention,
and we don't want to be hammered by your "consequences to keep the economy growing".
We don't need to die for you, we don't need to be used like pieces of a puzzle,
we need to LIVE, America, we need to become human.