My coloured box cries with pain
It tells me they have done it again
Scores have been reduced to manure
The mother separated from her nurtured
But like a cadaver I feel no pain
So why should I it feign?
I am insulated
Against pain
Against hurt
Against sadness
I am used to it
To having such news for breakfast
It is no longer sad
I feel no hurt
I feel no anguish
I am no longer afraid
Pain insulated this heart.
It tells me they have done it again
Scores have been reduced to manure
The mother separated from her nurtured
But like a cadaver I feel no pain
So why should I it feign?
I am insulated
Against pain
Against hurt
Against sadness
I am used to it
To having such news for breakfast
It is no longer sad
I feel no hurt
I feel no anguish
I am no longer afraid
Pain insulated this heart.
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