Cradle Cry
dadar vegetable market
on a hand made cradle
she sleeps
a future in midair
silently she sleeps
being born
on a planet of hate
for peace
her generation weeps
as the setting sun
into the horizon creeps
dadar vegetable market
on a hand made cradle
she sleeps
a future in midair
silently she sleeps
being born
on a planet of hate
for peace
her generation weeps
as the setting sun
into the horizon creeps
