One day in my bed I star to think;
What is this world for?
Why is it so indifferent to itself?
Why is it that we kill one another?
In this world a blind man can see deeper in the conscience of society,
While the sight it one can see only for himself,
Deaf men can here the hearts of people,
While the one that can hear,
Only hear the critics against him.
The mute one can express love without trying so hard,
But the speaker only uses his tongue to damage the hearts.
This is not a poem,
Nor a composition,
I am just trying to explain,
How I see the world where we live in.