How Many Have Question the Gods

How many have question the gods About our misfortune and pains? How many have question the gods Of our smiles that danced back to Our mouths in horror? Of the leaders with black mind? Are the gods to blame of our tears? The troubles in the land they made pure? We betray our own soul yet cry of abandoned dreams and seized liberty Like the lawless city, we sing all in shame The sky sing of our pain in diapores The moon darkied at night to prevent Us from seeing the future at hand Are the gods to blame of our misfortune? Like the dove they made us pure But we turned our selves as the pigs We would welcome the new rain Only with hope and faith in mind Question the gods of our misfortunes Then shall their be peace in the land