I wish to stay calm

in this bad days

I feel to be lost

and found for a change

This days are long

and cursed

Bad days

we normally see red

Blood keeps on flowing and flowing

Cursed days were I could

hear the cries and deaths

Seeing people’s eyes swollen

Bad days never ends

Bad days we hear bad news

People are always humming

Looking down as they take steps

We try to endure

Even it’s God’s plan

Souls don’t see sun rise

Many kept on hoping and hoping

but days kept on being black

Bad days were darkness is shining

Bad days with no peace

and respect