A tongue sealed by a mass Unheard not deigned of a glance A voice blackened A book already written Lays its stories down again and again Skin burnt off the face And the celebration Feasted on the throat scraping screams As melting eyes, melting eyes Witnessed the poverty in each cheering hand Cinders spread on the ground Along with scattered beliefs Concrete walls around heads To lull them to sleep Deeper in the mistakes Legs marching to the same song And it drags its victims As it plays loud in the ears