We partake
in the world of creation
Exemplary are
set for we all to follow
Fishes walk
and talk but of the black
Our rivers
we cherish all are now confusion
Catastrophe dine
in the deepest rivers
Monkey swam
on a dry grass
Nothing is
left for us to brag
The sound we
cherish not, like that of a bass
Fire partake
in swallowing our daily food
Abduction now
a spreading locust
Not much
difference as that of Egypt locust
For we sleep
and cry out our fetish precious minerals
Daily we
work but walk nor talk
Our life now
as that of a folk
But much
worst than a dead cock
In bangle
chain we all are lock
Now the end
time did knock our door
Our tradition
never again to be written in the book of life
Neither to
be in the book of death
We are now
dangling in-between for a helper to help.
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