The introduction, the body and the layers
Hidden layers
Desperate layers
Hungry layers
Color layers
White layers
Same rights layers
Better life layers
All the same layers have something in common
Or should have
For letters
two vowels
We are the lack of smiling eyes
The nose that doesn’t smell
That earth now is a hell
The mouth that doesn’t talk
Waiting the souls for a new walk
It is what we can only feel
There is always something wrong
Carrying behind the young
It is all about power
In the cement will always grow a new flower
Doesn’t matter the time
The hope will always be mine
