Smile of the beautiful face bends,
Joy of her shoes and attire turns rags,
Her head tie fades off,
Her bloods becomes street thugs,
Old-foes makes loves around her lips,
Ovary melt in pain of swart-pintle
Marriage from white to black,
Wraps her in gloomy-agony,
Bringeth hoodlums to rule their mother,
Like adventure of slavery,
Dozen of back-colony slavers
Turneth green soil to rufescent soil,
Land of fruits become sterile wombs,
Where fruits from fine-womb,
Hold no post but black-foes.

Tears please go!
Screameth in her fade say-so,
Earthquake of corruption masked her...