You paint walls and
Buildings so tall -
Sunlight never reaches the earth.
A birth, as the paint covers cracks
And stains, and nothing remains.
But a new face so pale and white -
Sunlight makes it shrink,
And think that maybe the womb
Sings a better tune,
The mind-bending heat of blistering streets
And air so polluted,
That every breath is a curse.
You paint walls and buildings so tall
That sunlight never reaches earth.
But the sound of crying still
Will reach your ears.