I curse, weeping, a land that fears the love of a man;
A land where lands of olives and figs are threatened by them,
And are sold proudly by us, unfortunately: the root of mayhem.
A land, where the corrupt can rule, and goodness forever ban.
A land where the the rulers catastrophes simply “condemn”,
But the truth cannot bear, so they, simply too, cut its stem.
Slaves are not only black in this land, in every colour, them, you find;
Brown, yellow, and white. They are, too, in every prestigious clan.
Amid the rise of fallen rights, slaves’ outrageous hits began,
Leaving blue bruises, purple scars, and leaving their honour behind.
A distant murmur reached their ears, but not a single mind;
“Your brother they murdered, and pleasingly afterwards dined,
Dined on a fictitious victory, and what their greed of us mined”
Our Heaven, one day, was promised company, by the omnipotent,
yet it is uninhabited, vacant and empty.
Our human nature was human, indeed;
In the universe, It was the oddest, the grossest.
You never escaped the great inferno, shocked?
To waste, are all the milk, fig and honey.
Midst the sinister's unending comedy,
Your doings goaded you;
The oppressors, the murderers and the dishonest.
And how many of you choke in need of psalmody.
Faces shall demolish with ****** gouts, harshly.
Filthy worms and maggots, shall feast, even on the modest.
Pus and blood streams submerge -
Submerge the hypocrisy of you - the coward.
Your: the lustful, the gluttonous, and the avaricious,
Shall shatter as hornets feed on the skin, until reborn.
It is then, for forgiveness you shall summon us.
In our boiling tears, you will be thrown. Just like you, we will not mourn.
In awe, then, will collide the bone with the stone.
The destiny the oppressors and their slaves shall receive is known.
You broke my pride,
And love to my land, you, me denied.