The Hot Sun Song Sings

Indigent peaks of flat lands; fading into shadows with oranges and browns and failing greens... the hot sun song sings

Uncontrollable cry's, that hush into sobbing, painfully held back screams... long into the night  

Rushing rivers and creeks, the ocean blends all this filth; and filters the lost lives... of indignity

Innocent troubled minds, try to grasp the reason behind all this madness; it's easy to understand, why you tend to get a little... crazy

Tired arms, legs burning, chest heaving; for just a small breath- but you keep holding on, and you wonder... what is holding on to you

We need to run to survive, we need to try... its our lives
We need to go or stand and fight
We need to do something; because doing nothing, does nothing right

Children hold on for as long as they can, washing up on shores across the negligent lands

Mothers lose hope, humanity has let her go, she thinks silently loud to herself “how can I trust you? or you? or you?” With broken eyes, and burden souls; tortured bodies what can a mother do

Fathers... I can not say how sorry I am to you
Trained and raised, forced at such a young age and made to take responsibility. Beyond broken and violated; your very essence and purpose in life; stripped and cut ripped and torn from you. Hard as you fight there is nothing that one man can do, against a mob of vicious hands. Standing over you holding a little dull rusted knife laughing as they keep driving the blade deeper and deeper

Indigent peaks of flat lands; fading into shadows with oranges and browns and failing greens... the hot sun song sings