When Sunset At Dawn
Blood flows from the river
Even ancient ants now feed on liver
What will the old oak do
What will the baobab trees feel
When sunset at dawn?
It is the story of an ancient city
envy of all, but pride to itself,
No longer was justice alive
For it has been eaten by the claws of the elders.
And that’s when sunset at dawn.
The mother hen now produce
Without an egg
It’s when sunset at dawn.
When sunset at dawn
Before the very old wise ones,
Even the gods no longer exist
For the oracle no longer has a voice,
How can the people hear when sound of silence is deafening.
The city once a flourishing ground is now a shadow of the past
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