Processing, a procession of silence

A flame in our hurt burning low

An anger is rising yet we keep demon on leash.

Like them, we are liar too

We decieve us, we outplay our people

We processing, a procession of silence

Acting like ordinary people

Suppress the crying hearts

And became oppressors of ourselves.

Though we are the oppressed one too.

We debate, we discuss, we show off

Meanwhile we miss the chance

To be a real ordinary man.

We never stepped back,

With a fire in the heart

It’s a procession of silence and we are all numb.





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