Whispers of change for a land of anguish

Down here, where peace has aged and weakened,

And replaced by infirmities that sap my strength.

Sobs and cries echo daily, melodies of hardship,

as garrison claims a new title :”The big man’s diet “,

earned with the sweat of pain and heart labor.

Look, our elders survive on cherished dreams,

bearing witness to change, that made them burdens;

burdens indeed, to their own seeds.

The youths contemplate with watchful eyes,

anguish covers them like a tinted blanket of dust

Behold! Doctors work to hasten us to the grave,

foolishly struggling to keep us broken apart.

Verily, verily, we are nothing but unguarded flocks

Whose shepherds are parasitic lives, drenched in riches,

And oppressing terribly with meaningless words.

Sobs and cries remain daily melodies,

men wilt under the land of anguish,

where peace has grown pale_ now wearing wrinkles.