The country I see
Is feeding the ground to its full
And is giving it wine in surplus
Made from the future of the vineyard

The air has been tensed
as the older goats has proven stubborn
and now cries that the kids are not listening

They have not made their children orphans
but has made parents childless
with smile on their face
to end their case

Peace has turned war
Protest grounds became deathbeds
Speeches became wails
Agonies laps the music

vultures is ruling the skies
as their commanders provide them with enough food
while they hide under the shadow if a rock
yet their faithful disciples dies

When the land then becomes haunted,
they flee to a place with milk and honey
when their pets are against them,
they find a way to live in peace.
© @Siwoniku AD