The bridge

There are thousands of bridges

Connecting peoples with peoples

But there is one

That divides people further on

Once that bridge too

Put people together whit its body

And once that bridge too

But it crazy heads wouldn’t let it be like before

And then made it into a damn

And made it after all was done

Put Krupa on this and that side

Divided a mother from a son

Sister from a brother, me and him

And yet the bridge is still

Defiant with its body

Though hardly but it still endures grenades

Sent by a madman

But still it hopes with a wholeheartedly.

And the bridge is still there

Defiant as a flame

As if counting the days

Because it knows some day someone

Will for all of this feel shame.