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