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