Mask

Tired

Tired a lot and announcing a break

After suffocation

To bury corpses

Fist soil & firewood is disappearing

 

Masks under the nose,

Reckless legs,

Eyes without foresight

Writing wills for murders and suicides

 

Build a forest between the four walls

Patiently filter the breath

Count the stars

That fly out the window

 

Now my country

Giving tokens to corpses

Sticking House full board to cemeteries

For artificial respiration

Waiting on the death bed

 

Death sports of politicians

Your reckless feet

Due to not wearing the mask properly

You Are persecuting the country

Put a palm-sized mask on the face

Or

Will go into the pit

The decision is yours

 

Remember murder and suicide

Both are crimes