It was not an ordinary dawn
And the pregnant sky delivered
A feeble infant Sun painfully.
In a street corner the city of Los Angeles downtown
I see their fading smiles and upbringing worries.
They carry heavy bundles that full of emptiness
And they wander along the heaven like country
By the way democracy flows silently.
Is this 'Karma' or the fragile system of politics?
I am really scared as I could have been to these desperate people
Unless my kind heart relatives in Massachusetts
