Angry, angry
Birds that fly,
I suffer from
Your wretched cry.

Greedy, greedy
Wind and sea,
Your hungry tongues
Will strangle me.

Burning, burning
Sacred sun,
You’ve gone and left me,
Only one.

Running, running
River red,
Wash my body
Left for dead.

Shameless, shameless
Faithful hate,
I want it
But,
Is it too late?