My Wrath, My Wrath For Justice

My wrath, O Allah, I do so swear, is not the aftermath of my bad temper It’s my long shout of forsaken patriotism It’s my suffering for the cradle of our fathers It’s a breath to revivify my slumbering Countrymen Who are dying of fears for the sake of peace Uplifted with peace to be forever ruled by the prince My wrath is not a desire to take revenge against the Man and his lazy tribe It’s the unanswered cries of the hiding in the deep forest It’s the massacre of my brothers before the 1984 slaughtering It’s the sighs of the lake Wum, the constant rise, cholera The drought plundering all the crops and the livestock My wrath is not a contempt of the order and the widely idealized peace It’s an attempt to restore justice and uproot the prince’s trustees It’s an attempt to live by our motto to build peace in working and loving It’s an attempt to give birth to Fonlons so as “to share in moulding what should be” And not fatally be eaten like prawns, O Shady Eone! My wrath is patriotism, justice for all, the reversal of the tribe by the Republic The really emergent republic