Our Scream For Nothing

Set the stage for us to dance, The backdrops are real, but gone, With winking of our long frown, The changes are imminent and flown, Ours scream not heard beyond the music, When you bite my ear with all your might, I scratched your back as the responding cat, The wealth is grown in papers and metals, The ants are there work as the human, Who is the queen bee to have the treasure, The belly full of eggs and the young lovers, The stage here is so big, but we are not actors, The new world emerge from the shale and crude, Our kitchens are idle not getting the grease, The funny kids are occupied and seem to be weird, The city malls are for the people from the modern dungeons, Wearing high heels, I walk on the streets, Where the potholes are bigger and frequent, Every time I slip, my legs really hurt, Still I walk on the platform that has a brand,