DAYLIGHT OF TENSION

It is time

When sun ceased to appear

When trees have all clasped their fingers

Flowers withered

As no one moves in muscles

It is time

Travesty is my garment

For Fruitful mothers to yowl

The Staff of authorities to charade

With superfluity of chaos amongst humanoid

It is time

The sound of terror

The anger of the ghosts

The blood of the innocent

Will mingle for vengeance

It is time

Floods of corpse in the homes

Dead bodies on your streets

No animal to bury each other

It is time

When the rivers will dry

The oceans will walk into your homes

Expecting flood as your next visitor

Oh!, mother

Why mother earth?

Why allow your children perish;

Like a passing wind?

The drum of peace have flown

The beauty of the land is now adorned in bared soil

Not even a sweet scent flowers for our bees

Your children drink dust for water

Our exaltation is now a rag

Shame has covered up our nakedness

Our pocket of coins

Our Parle of vegetation

Our ornamented city squares

Have all lost the attractive sight of the tourists

O yes! I see

My soul is up for reprisal

My body bleeds

My hands of grace

Are filled with destructions

It is time

Harness your ways

Sons and daughters of the earth

Then you shall live

Else

Your names will be scribed as sorry#