As the night goes by
And the wind echoes upon my face
Giving my body a pessimistic phase
The trees start to whisper
As if they have a mind of their own
Are they giving us a warning?
Peace I fear
What a luminous yet noisy sky
Then suddenly screams from beneath
Laughter from the above
Anger, sadness, mad
Why have the gods forsaken us?
What a warning
They burst in laughter
Crying, tears of joy
Taking pride in their so called job
Our legs, paralysed in fear
Our bodies as weak as a new born child
Blood everywhere
Bodies, scatter around us like dead ants
If we make it
We pray to our gods
To blossom our day in future and to,
Give us a warning