Sitting on the rock my mind was bit of tranquil
Thy heart is strained out at the pin-point of thy quill
It is sharper and inky like the mark
Of quill use in Ancient Rome
To reckon what thou hath seen

The day is summer like the temperature in the inn
The Earth is hot and wintry
Big tree cannot contain the weight of flea
Leaves were scared of war
Darkness of thy city split moon into tattered stone

Who can flash into hostel of lion?
In the sake of favor and good heart
My heart is as tiny like eyelid of my pen to reckon
And also wider like thy firmament
Created on thy first day of creation

To witness what thy climate had cause with its cambio
Blind it is; but will it surely reap what it did sow
Thy heart also witness bug and teeth engage in geopolitical conquest
Earth is afraid of tumor caused by inhabitant
Virus and war forth-cut into thy planet like a newly wedded couple

Western and Non-Western, black and white shut their door
Not for evil to come near
Shutting door against fiend, friend may pass by
Door of every home is paralyzed
They refuse every stranger through their border

Let thy outer be out; and let thy inner be in
Says the doors of every home
Nobody show concern to thy neighbor
Nay, nay all they say
Nay, nay speaks thy Earth

Who shall I reckon these things to?
Father nay, Mother nay
Brothers and sisters nay, nay, nay
Nay is the song of all!
What torture lurks within my single thought?

To remember the unceasingly unsought
However welcome still, my weary heart
Laslas the light of hope spark
Comforter appears; whether in dream, thought or prophesy
Nobody can say of this

What shall it be the vaccine to this agony?
Love and unity shall thou be thy healer to the World
Says my heart with screaming that echo
Echo! Echo! Echo, scream always
One trembling occurrence of joy flash in