How to identify an extinct soul…

 
 

 
How to identify an extinct soul,
Morals of which are pure as morning dew,
Whose thoughts are crystal, even though
He’s been under a people’s cruel shoe?
 
In such a rotten, spoilt world,
Where everything and everyone is dirty,
This iceberg of undying hope
Is melting, getting like a crazy shorty.
 
He’s warm and clean like morning breeze.
All that he wants – is to reduce the people’s pain.
These bastards think, that it’s some kind of a disease,
Consider that he wants to get just gain…
 
“What’s happened to us?” –, I’m thinking.
Cause even the good turns into the bad.
It seems that like the Titanic we’re sinking.
The only difference – we do not realize that.
 
So how to find an angel on the rubbish Earth?
You have to only notice white wings.
No matter who needs help, he says: “It’s worth!”.
And like Shakespeare said:” He is in dirty inks”.