The world is turning into a doom
Where nobody cares what happens next
Gone are those days when a man sleeps without any fear.
Even the birds in the air have no resting place in their nest
The seas have gone red, fishes lost their paved way to freedom
The trees wave back to the good old days.
Things unknown are things unseen
Howbeit can we say unseen things to be know?
Walls are broken down, crack on the walls with forces unseen.
Men sing solemnly with pain in their eyes and tears in their heart
I fear for the unborn child because the future no longer has the confidence of patience
Where is the beauty of nature?
The grasses are no longer green but a symbol of dryness and infertility
Darkness has turned out to be the ruler of the day
Light no longer shines so bright but has been captured by the chains of darkness as a slave
