I hear the lonesome sound of a beginning,
While walking through the shadowed street,
No light in sight, my eyes withheld as blind.
Approaching footsteps, rushed and nervous words,
A sudden gleam surprises my whole being,
A state-of-living like a ransacked dog,
While dying screams possess my inner fear.
A day untold, a sullen cry unheard,
Of justice preached the yellow-tinted man,
Who did embrace the ways of days bygone,
When water rushed through rivers far and wide,
And forests lush and green caressed the land.