A broken song from a broken poet

The contaminated blood that runs through their veins The stupid excuse of life is all that remains Their vain idea of contemplation That society shake hands with prostitution. Tamed with false promises of reconciliation Their path always lead to blind direction Silenced by money are their desperate cries As they dissolve in the crowd of lustful eyes. I am no hero who can bring the change But together we can, does that sound so strange? if only we increase the sphere of our Love we can extend their smiles to the heaven above. So let us broaden our heart a little The bond will be stronger though it may look brittle Slowly our narrow visions will perish And one day their freedom will be ours to cherish. All they yearn is the meaning of their birth They too are babies, they want this earth.