a hundred billion livers and hearts, once warm with blood and desire
a hundred billion hues and cries, forever stretched in time
a hundred billion burdened with infinite pain, misery and envy
a hundred billion threads of skin, woven hastily and cut short
a hundred billion dreams i had, of doom, cement and steel
a hundred billion puppets with no master, swinging in the wind
a hundred billion wounds and boils that won’t heal
a hundred billion stranded in the parched desert, dying of thirst
a hundred billion fables and stories, never to be heard
a hundred billion laughs and smiles, forever buried in the stone
a hundred billion breathes and footsteps, engraved in the sky
a hundred billion skulls turned to ashes
a hundred billion victims of death, on whose graves we skip merrily