This is a strange place
So beautiful yet so sad
Wooden hut’s over steep ravines
The desperate clown begs for charity
A shock as clear as day
Modern buidings selling dreams
A man sleeps in the street
While fancy cars are passing by
Hell start craving the pipe
As his mind gets clear again
In a place that blessesd by God
Politicians let It be this way
Mostly anywhere
It would seem It’s not for real
It’s too great a gap
Between both sides of the story
Senses go numb
It’s so insane...
I wont mind I’ll just go on
It doesnt feel like I belong
I’m just a passing stranger
I don’t have an obligation
I believe the ones who rule
Are doing their best to fix it all
If not what can I do?
As I said I don’t belong...
Mostly anywhere
It would seem It’s not for real
It’s too great a gap
Between both sides of the story
Senses go numb
It’s so insane...

By Alana Shaaman