GRANDMA SAYED s/w

GRANDMA SAYED s/w

Collage auf Papier, Php.
49 cm x 63,3 cm

GRANDMA SAYED

Millions of liars Millions of thieves

Thrown in this world now ravage her streets

Millions of killers Millions of slaves

Crawling in the void of their graves

Bathing in dead illusions

Victims of their lies

Preaching the only truth they know:

No one gets out alive

Born with a rope around the neck

In a blur world full of doubt

We laugh a lot and most time we cry

And whatever we do, we have to pay for

Little moment little try’s

Everything passes by

Some wounds never heal that’s no big deal

Grandma said it Grandma died

Everything passes by