Tears seem to be our late-night drink…
Mortuaries seem to be our holiday vacation
Killing seems to be our everyday work…
Seeing a dead body feels like looking at a sunset…

The world has turned upside down…
A child becomes a parent…
Red is no longer the colour of love…
Parents are burying their own children…

Rivers are flowing with blood…
Villages have turned into deserts…
Red is now the colour of love…

Everyone is up for suffocating other people…
People are no longer valuable…
Money seems to be everyone’s first priority…