The poet’s very sad eyes
Look at the world with sorrow.
At the world that always agree,
That doesn’t believe in tomorrow.
At the world that is always gray,
Where no bright colors at all,
At the world where our hopes
End by the shot at the wall.
At the world that filled with emptiness,
Human heads, hearts and souls,
Where we close eyes and ears
And don’t want to know where it falls.
At the world where the most of us
Feel nothing when see child’s tears.
Where the executioner is a common job
And it doesn’t fill us with fears.
At the world where even laugh
Has a strong bitter taste,
Where the skies are ready to blow
And turn our lives into the waste.
The poet’s very sad eyes
Are looking at us through the years.
They are asking: “Are you agree
With the world that full of tears?”