VITUPERATIONS OF AN OPPRESSED MAN

                                           VITUPERATIONS OF AN OPPRESSED MAN

Heaven will not smile on your home

Neither will the sun rise in your dome

For you have crossed my zone

And indeed crushed my bone

You fed me with doom

Just because my land is rising in boom

For almost two hundred and ninety nine nights

And extended to this night

My sprouts have not seen a bright light

You forced me out of my comfort zone

And make my kids prisoner of conscience

And lynch them with weapon of science

You cart away my wives’ brocade

By using religion as façade

Hence carry out your gruesome carnage

You pounced on villagers with no exemption to town dwellers

My city is not safe

Neither is the dwellers saved

I cannot compete with you

Neither can I combat you

What I’m left with is to beg you

To leave my land now

For the night is near

And the nemesis is close

Because the stage is set

And you shall face the music