Rainy Echo

Dry floor for wet tears
Folded clothes for lost years
I dug and found buried memories
Super white dust comes with the breeze

Open door for an unwelcome visitor
Small mouse for a pathetic predator
Who rules the world, probably a dictator
Who chooses life, maybe god's ambassador

Stormy cry for a dying man
Fancy graves for the ones who can
Pay money, they shall live
Say modesty, nothing to achieve
         
Evasive love for a rainy echo
Broken ships for an unjustified embargo
Don't go, leave us a shred
Of hope, maybe the world is not so bad

But it is. Oh yes it is.    

Twisted moral for common thieves
Glowing banana-shaped moons for dark eves
Who judges us, if we stay selfish and mean
Who smudges us, if we were born shiny and clean
 
Expensive plates for the ones who can afford
Ugly fast food for the ones who die old
Tell me who stole god in front of our eyes
Can you show me his replacement who lays up in the secure
skies ?