Bring up your cause so we can hear
Speak in reason which you hold so strong
Witness unto us the deed that has been done
Show us the acts that distressed your peace
What they may be, considerations will be made
Affliction comes not forth of the dust
Neither trouble spring out of the ground
Where is your beauty, we would like to know?
Your heart has become darker than coal
Even your skin cleaves onto your bones.
Bitterness rules your desolate life like a tyrant
Is thy grief is heavier than the sand of the sea
That you drive your throat hoarse
As if the terrors of death have fallen upon you
Why not give up the ghost then?
No I will not give up my ghost
It is my essence of existence, my identity, my pedigree
I am not bitter, am just exasperated
Because people lie and make it sound normal.
Why does humankind pretend to be good yet we are all savages?
Ready to pound on others and celebrate their misfortunes
My heart was once white, but humankind has made it dark
Like soot in a kettle, it blackens everyday
I am bitter of the injustices meted daily by humankind
Of slavery, racism, colonialism, terrorism, ethnic cleaning and religious profiling
If all religions speak of peace, why do we have so much wars
We flock in churches, mosques and synagogues, yet inside we are vile
We are evil, conniving and cunning, yet in religion we veil
We hurt, cheat, kill and later turn our bloody hands to shake our victims
We applaud the evil doers, and condemn the morally right
The chaste ones are ridiculed, shunned like a deadly disease
We pretend to be saints in front of camera,
Yet we have daggers underneath the table