Don’t touch it. It is mine

It was bright,
It smelled like pine.
It was fine till dawn didn’t come back.
You won’t know,
Cause you’re deaf.
You can’t know,
Cause you close your eyes.

Mine got to.
By lies.
Political affairs.
A short speech and bye.

Left to survive,
Left to kill a little of me.
A day, an hour, a life.

For sure those in wealth.
No passport, no crime.
I’m not registered to your moral in sight .
Man, a knife.
Seal it.
For it was a crime.