the next end

I've seen this place and this shore,
All its secrets are not secrets anymore,
All these cultures now smell the same,
Of breaths of hatred and smoke of shame:
Blood-stained streets moved me to tears,
Begging hands robbed me of fears.
A mysterious fire left a house in ashes;
Orphaned children waded thro' marshes.
And I once saw a child about to die,
I once saw a bird not able to fly,
I once saw a young girl walking alone,
Who knew nothing of vultures all around;
A man's life was badly amputated
With the knife of the 'religion' he himself created,
And a child got books for his master to read
"Slam book', a note in his hand read,
But he could not read.

And there was beauty I always craved for,
The pleasures I always lived for...
I always hurt my legs in this mad race
While trying to catch a glimse of a beautiful face.
I tried to listen to both music and noise,
Never shed tears on not winning a prize,
I learned new things I never wanted to do,
And the life laughed at me but I never knew.

I have seen this place and this shore,
All its secrets are not secrets anymore.
I have set out to find this life's new door,
The next end is what my search is for.