Look at our bloody hands (BOTM August)
They never come to see you, you know…and the time, it doesn’t flee The sadness that tried to hide behind the black of my eye…it failed And the white of my eyes has changed its color You, sir! You ask if the redness is an infection…you think this place, the people, the living and the dead, they die of infections? Pity…it’s a pity you see all but nothing. No worries. Let’s make you a little aware of what happened to ‘our’ eyes. Oh yes! It’s not just me…You see, when they say ‘We Are One’, they mean it. None here has had the chance to save a single soul from that missile that hit that tall building – the one right around the corner Ah yes! Now you are thinking straight. I am talking about the exact same building that had more than 20 families living in it. It’s mere ash now and soot of course. Well…that’s just how things run here. People come and go. Buildings stand and fall. Only one thing remains the same – the missiles. Now if you excuse me, I have matters to attend to There were times