One black wet night,
When the stars gleamed for mercy,
There stood a woman, in a deep enclosed veil.
Prowling her ravenous eyes, for their every breath.
I stood in the heart of the massacre,
As each bullet fired, had DEATH engraved on it!
While I howled and screamed helplessly,
For someone who’d care.
But there seemed no cease of guns,
No compassion from the Barbarians.
As each bullet fired, bruised my lone tender heart.
We talk of peace, of harmony and of joy.
But where do our ethics lie, whilst the underground voices cry?
And yet, we slay our brothers and sisters,
As if they were ordained to die!
Why can’t we see her besieged?
When we can.
Why can’t we hear her plea?
When we can.
Why can’t we perceive our mother cry?
When the veiled Woman of Death,
Gives birth to her every child.
Now, in the name of the Holy Father, I vow
That, how much as many deeds it takes, no matter.
To get it right,
I will fight!
Fight for peace, for harmony and for joy!
Not with arms and cannons, this time,
But with my tender lil’ heart,
Before we let the veiled Woman, shriek her last laugh!
