In a colony of harmony we stayed
Clustered in hot huts we laid
Until the sun arose to strangers
With harvested crops of dangers

Though maimed to bargain
We could only perceive pain
As twisted tongues fell deaf on ears
While weaponry echoed in hears

With sways we slay
In tears we pray
Trailed and tried defenseless
The verdict returned headless

In anarchy we mourn the reds
In black sack wears
As our soils watered with tears
And in sweat we dug moats in fears
(c) Obukov