How Can I

How can I live Marooned in an island of sheep and wolves Where subsisting depends on cash and brawn? How can I be rescued When those to rescue me mistaken my cry For the bleat of a ram to be hacked for their luncheon? How can I be at ease In this volatile ambience sweltering With mercurial substances of hate, revenge, envy? How can I feel free When schools and houses of god nurture pythons In their wild and sneaky lifestyle to swallow me? How can I sleep In this pitch darkness all around infested By ghosts, witchcrafts, monster, occultists, outlaws? Though I walk In this valley of the shadow of death I fear no death, for death is with me!