Tear drops from our sky
Raindrops from the eyes
How did deserts grow tubers?
While green land’s in famine
They call it a crazy world
Our blessings morphed into curse
Assets of recent, rubbles of present
Thick, stinking, high, pile of suffocating rubble
Killing our dreams, stunting our growth
Where we missed the turn is still a puzzle
I hear we are at war with gluttons
Scary monsters that eat and fill not
Consuming enough to last seven lives
Leaving carcass for children of butchers
Making farmers hope and pray for shaft
They say it’s a fight against the hungry
Barbarians that will kill for a cup of grains
Who maim to quench their blood thirst
Those who plan not for the rainy days
Or maybe all their lives have been rainy days
Some say it’s a curse from the good Lord
What we face is a result of our evil
Or those of our father’s father’s fathers
We need a cleansing from heaven
Or maybe heavens cleaned itself off us
Am I allowed some pessimism?
Or there’s a way out of this tunnel
Is there a path to revival?
Or I should look with eyes of hope
And believe green land shall green again.
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