With the tears of water, I confessed my sin.
For stars and beauty must all night have.
Evening bell call upon the dreamer's dream.
For blindness course, many call thee factors of evil.
Whereas, thou art lonely and peaceful in your wrath.
Let black blood flows into your blood,
Let the spirit of servitude in you turn to negritude,
Let the beauty of all black nights string into your veins,
That it may gives you happiness in all evilness,
Yesterday, It was a story,
The giants that fell our shrub among the poplars
Thence we were seated among the eminence of evil,
The caterpillar that wash away the fresh forest,
And turned it to an expressway,
And stranger work over our portions.
That's why fresh roads can hardly be seen now-and-days,
Who told them we were not satisfied with our horses and Carmel ?
They have left on us a permanent legacy that may linger us into non solidarity,
Who told them want trains,
That they fall our forests and build railways in replaced
They have feed our mouth with poison,
That we now speak such scurvy terms against our own culture.
I will continue to weep into water till my tears kill the fish in big oceans.
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