The nation’s rips
Deluge at dawn
Children torrent to unknown places
And everyone sobs on a blank stomach
The nation is failing
Many are whispering to me: “I want to flee!”
This sleaze is too tricky
When would it expire?
And be left for the vultures at the plains?
The road would be gratis
From the roaming bees
That quiver innocent children daily
That will improve rain to reel,
We shall be trained to smile all over again.