The heat 

The heat of hell burns the surface of the earth 

And the pain we go through what is it worth 

The children that die – corpses in the street 

And the women raped- they’re just meat

They don’t matter at all in the hell hole called earth 

And human rights are a stain on their shirts 

A blood filled gutter flows fast and free 

And the voices we hear we can never see 

The heat of hell burns the surface of the earth 

And the pain we go through what is it worth 

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