The Hopes Of Humanity

200 Clowns, Too many coincides
Inside the stone fence and no sense
Broken promises
Making sure, that everything is going down
And keeping sound, to accent the suffering

The Future is dark as tunnel
With no lights
And people have no rights
And people have no might
To stand up and shout
And they know that we don't like this anyhow

No matter what they do, or say
It`s always the dark passion play
Where greed, money and hunger
Takes a lead, and value of being human
Is not a thing, at all.
And raising to stand at the barricades
Does not wake them to hear a call

Of this suffering we are living at everyday
Since they have not done, any work
To get paid for real.
Then only steal, cheat and appeal
Things with suffering view, like building a fence
And nothing makes sense
Only money
And Only asset is what matters
And That is why future and dreams
Are shattered

And faith is lost.
This is the spot
Where hell regains
Pain remains
And suicide is close
Because of media and pose
Can't work for the future
Where children are safe
And money aint been taking away
With these sick raise of taxes
Where the healtcare is always free
With not this childish paper counts
With these little amounts.
Of money, which is the state
is only making funny
By cashing the one
Till its dead n gone.

So many times, in this life
You need to see, doctors that are unpublic
And you pay, your ass off.
To get the paper, to evidence your limits
Off being capable to do something, cause you have something
And the stone hill house
With these 200 people are acting like this is nothing

When coffee drinking takes a lead, eating salty and sweet
For a little hunger.
Is a price of getting, insane salary.
Snapping fingers, sleeping daydreams
In tv, and playing a circus, of adults, and nothing ever change, according the needs.

War are at the streets, people dying in arms.
Media is making joke, of someone getting into a harm.
Little Children in africa, are thin is a growing tree.
With no food, and believe. That tomorrow is coming.
They see the need of food, for that hunger
Individual is dying, but for those who can do a thing
It is only a number. The love is taken with power and might
And they don't have a heart, since tear does not come to the eye.

The young children and teens.
Wanna be kings and queens
Cause media is deforming the truth
Of human being thin and over-make up.
And perfect as a doll and carving
With no pimple in the face
Scars in the flesh
And looking fresh, everyday and time
Is an only option, to get success
And bless in the eyes of those
Who are bathing in glory and glitter
Shouting the happiness by updates
In twitter. Which is many times only twisted truth.
Taking selfies to the facebook
And making videos to get more friends and fame
To youtube and to shook masses.
To raise their asses, to believe even more
Of all those things, that has always a dark side
But that side, is what stays hide.

The beauty and freshness and looking great
Is almost always made possible
By cropping, photoshopping,manipulating.
And many are hating, instead of hesitating.
Cause the makers are too smart , to make it look more
than it really is, pretending, autotune and overworking
is usually the key to success, and that is what we call business.

Don't you know, don't you see, do you realize
All this is does is break. Mass destruction. And chains
And who is the one to suffer, all those who are honest, willing and good
Nothing is like it was before, and everything will die, and no-ones does not even care anymore.
For since they have knowledge, power, will and capability to do something
Red yarn, they only lose it. And they try to prove it, that every word and move is right. Just like mistakes ever done. Lies are biggest ever, the die is cast, the hope is gone.

And that`s when wondering starts, when people masses, getting mad, angry and sad.
Cause the sufferer is too hard to take, and no-one is pulling the brakes
Its like train that coming straight, and driver does not know, how to stop it, at all.

Many with me, are you?
This is the dedication for The hopes of humanity.