Tide of death rises
to my neck
I'm afraid and worried
the chain around my ankle
is tight against the metallic load
and it's a matter of time before
I take the journey of no return,

I scream, I cry, I try to free myself
still I can't
I pray for hope, comfort and strength
while await the tide of death
rising above my head to erase my existence

I think of you, my beloved,
I plea to the tide of death to subdue
I am lonely
I am a candidate of the tide of death
rising from the oceans of hate.

We speak about love,
yet we can't give it freely
we speak about hope
yet we cultivate doubt into the minds of many,
we speak about generosity
yet so many poor people in the world,
we speak about safety
yet women are still locked behind their home gates
and asylum seekers are flooding the shores
of foreign countries,
and we speak about equality,
yet we still discriminate,
we surely don't do what we speak.

She looks into the direction of the sunrise
and thinks of her parents in a faraway land
if they could live to see another day
for war has broken out
to every place and corner of their street
and wonders the level of hate
her world has now had
that love is now a thing of the past
gone with the dead
and those that are living
posses hatred in the name of religion.