When the rain stains the streets
a purple coming through the window
reflected on the ceiling of my room
voices coming from outside
are men hidden under his black umbrella
collude in the gray night
who seek this time
I hide under the covers
but heard his steps firm
as I know no mercy
who no longer believe in the family as we
not care about their education
not stay alone
propagate hatred, greed
who tried to hurt
love them and every time the rain stains the streets
and these men go
I wonder how many injuries
form a perverse mind
to soulless body.
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