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