The question that torments my head
wages war against my heart
The degree of its provocation
lure tears to my eyes like excessive rain falling from the sky
It keeps me in an agony of deepest dejection
as it always makes me tired to think
I cry from the depth of my mind
but the world around me is too dark to notice my existence
I am sad like a funeral
cos the wind whistling around me hinders the projection of my voice
My homeland is burning
Adult and children are wailing
Wailing without
approaches to quench the blazing
The fire is in ecstasy
And my people in disarray
How easily the trauma evaporates from their minds
When the fire fighters are around
Is the surprise in my eyes
And when their services are rejected
After an accusation of harsh dexterity
To curb the inferno
The Echoes of disarray continue
BIN ZAK
LL.B 2
O.A.U