The God's Faces

My friend dressed in black
always watching me from some distance
devoted fellow, enemy of the flowers
Mother of the ones who suffer
So many fears, so many loves you
I know that your face is fair
Nothing more will exist
Everything will continue the same

Money, power and blue sky
means nothing when people die
democracy, symphathy, you and I
means nothing when people die
darkness, storms, calm and joys
souls screaming in agony
children playing in innocence
where we came from
we are innocent victims