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The whip of the flood has made us slaves to it

Infecting the fragile which souls are dissolving

Sewer water soaked sheets with blood red stains

Flooded fields and strangers drowning in chains

No importance nor are they afraid

Arrogant beasts wear the necklace of shame

Taking pictures, painting portraits

A burden they chose to put in a frame

A withering canvas where someone cut out the eyes

A collection of remorse and a gallery of scars

The taste of lead in the water from the fountain of guilt

With torrents disgrace flooding the cities

The burdens we carry are not heavy enough

for recognition To stop the flood

Collecting apologies for acceptance we starve

With a hole in our heart, morally bankrupt

The burdens we carry are not heavy enough

for recognition to stop the flood