Lewd fingers crawl valiantly
on the un-surrendered valley

Silent rage surfaces into a scream
aerated water bubbles from deep within

Can this scream return breathing
to the gothic language of humanity
and tell them to carry a portrait of daughters
on their  scandalous fingers

“To smash this night,
To break this shadow” !

Megalomaniac dark hands will be burnt
By the  thousands lights of sun  

And a daughter not lose her father again
To the fiery of another war !