Our Rotten Souls

by Kashkin

In abundance, this pain
Unbearable and intolerable
All here for you to see
What is left of our remains?
Our grandeur and purity
Here you will find it all
To your heart’s desire
Here you will find it all
For what we have created
Our squalor, of misery and despair
Chosen we have a dwelling
From all what we have done
Our deeds and our actions
Residents, our rotten souls.

In abundance,
As we fall apart
In this culture of gang rape
As we kill our daughters
As we kill our sisters
As we beat them to death
Blue and naked,
As we appoint ourselves
To serve justice, to serve peace