the predator and the preys'
belligerentlly awaken on the field of sorrow
in trepidation the prey always stood to pray
for the murderer of their souls in row

uncharitable predator of the field
hunting our innocent blood like fowl
'nd mercilessly sending our birth to death
with hammers and guns to maim

the morning joy thou alloyed,
forcing thou guns to strike our heart
and the hotness of thy bullet to pierce our souls
O, are we created to be shot like animals?,

Now, the olds are gone
the moon is angry, for thou mixed its coolness
the rainbows refused to flash its optimistic colors
yet, what then shall the forest be,

we are slaves under your claw
not because we are flaw
................. O, our bad

Under the blanket we weep
For our dreams they made to sleep
Beneath their power we wail
as the green field they coated with flame

They offer the moon to us in a cup of tears
yet, made their guns hunt in the dawn, sun and night
with grievances encircling the terrain
'Cause they are every corner searching for prey

a prey under an insecure ruler
living in a bloody forest
With a despicable lousy hunter
Shooting their souls to rest

© Enyis Shakes