Why have you come here to our very town?
Is it that you wish to reek havoc and ravage?
"No" he muttered,
I'd like to turn you into my savage.

A system of failure
And constant discrimination.
3,000 planes in operation
Digging deep through the despairs and desperations of the nation.

A young boy continues to weep-
As his tears swim past his old blood.
He is reminded of his past,
Like corpses flowing through floods.

He drops down in disdain
Like the heavy roars of mortar shell hitting the ground beneath.
They seep through the seamless vines
Like a wireworm destroying a family's crops to eat.

He glances with rapid eyes
Towards his mother's soon to be passing.
He asks her one last time,
"Mother, how long will this be lasting?"