India, Nov. 7 -- There's no metaphor for suffering. The world's gone to hell.I live my peaceful life, make coffee and eat good bread.The world's gone to hell / but the war's over there. I make coffee and eat good bread.Sometimes I count the dead.The war's over there under the brilliant skySometimes I count the deadand talk about it over breakfastUnder the brilliant sky, feeling useless, I do nothingI talk about it over breakfastand make the same excuses.Feeling useless, I do nothing.There's no metaphor for suffering.I make the same excuses. I live my peaceful life....