SONG OF A LIVING-DEAD

We are like River that has nowhere to flow.
We are like eagle without wing to fly.
We live in a lonely city,
Over crowded by people.
We say the say, refrain
To do the do.

Our unborn sees its end even
Before it began.
Its dream unfulfilled
Before conception.
Snoring away its destined destiny.

Our fortune tellers now bring
Messages of doom.
Our teachers now refusing to learn.
Our elders tie round their waists,
Grains, displaying their sagacity before the cock.
Our guard now needs a guide.

Now,
Guilty of a crime we never committed,
Regretting errors never made,
Counting gains never recorded,
Protecting properties never acquired,
Fighting battle that never was.
In freedom we are enslaved.

Even under the guide of the moon, we fall.
Our land now breeds children of transgression,
Offspring of deceit,
Descendants of Oliver,
Sucking dry our strength.