Shanti Town

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Shanti Town


To those who crawl stone drunk on their hands and knees to their drab house
To those who grow up, disturb society fall down early in the morning
To those who roam in desolation looking for something different
To those who think learn but follow the flow of a world sick and tired

To Those who have felt the power without having knowledge
To those who turn and turn around

To Those who seek the company and those who dream about loneliness
To me, dying, with my lungs full of boredom and disagreement
To those who throw up their junk dinner in a badly lighted blind alley
To him who has nothing more to say and flirts with inhuman thoughts
To Those who have felt the power without having knowledge
to those who turn and turn around

To those not afraid by death anymore, full of hate, without any faith
To she who prays to have time again to write and explain to her children
To all these tidy people with whom i would dream of speaking
all these tidy people who dream to talk with me
To masters and dogs , to moon and sun that I rarely see
To sick people and madness, lunatics, mental patients
To priest and doctors taking care of a world completely insane
To Priest and doctors taking care of a world completely insane
To those who have felt the power
to those who turn and turn around