Wrestling With Cruel Waves
Wrestling with the cruel waves
Threatened by the deep seas
Is a bitter reality of being human
Here in the land of cruel seas
The boats are holed and fragile
Rescue ships are wrecked in faraway docks
With one-eyed guides crew as guides
I have nowhere to run, nowhere to shelter
I try to open my eyes to see, all is foggy
My mouth cries for liberty, no sound comes
The nose cries for fresh air, all is pollution
But the cruel waves rage unabated
I call upon the guardians of my nation
I invoke the names of Living Dead
But all stretch their legs in amazing comfort
As I wrestle with the cruel waves in the Dark-land
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