The bike like a breeze passes you by
As usual
If you want to see death
See the dirty uncut nails
You visit an art museum
Searching
If you just want to see hunger
See a sick mother feeding her child
Someone blows himself up
And kill others
If you are angry at humanity
See the beggar counting coins
Someone breaks your heart
On your birthday
If you want to heal your soul
Hear the laughter of a child
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