Human rights

In a cutting wind I am a dirty container.
I can't find an empty seat on earth.
Who does deprive my human rights.

Tears lose the place where run from my eyes.
I couldn't weep for your death.
I cannot do nothing but weep.

An early summer rain flows in north.
To the town you lived.
You were deprive the human rights everybody has a right to live.

12:56 2010/04/23  Friday