I am a walking corpse
Standing like a carcass
Waiting on a Jerusalem path
With my blinded sight and
Nothing to wet my dried throat.

Woe... Year in,year out
I look for a sip of water
To quiet my noisy-stomach
And the drought under my gullet
As I see now but two faces in one.

So depended are my seasons
Upon the true sons of Adam and Eve
That are always on a mission to nowhere.
Whom my lips are ajar to bless and curse
Vis-à-vis:Their deals tell if of Cain or of Abel.

I am a blind beggar bending and kneeling
Under your table to clean it with my tongue
But my odour is so odorous than your dogs
Even as you pass by the Jerusalem path
Your heads are always bend like an old bat


Hey! Has the son of the God of men passed?
Why is it difficult for the God of men to reach me?
Because I have stood here before the birth of time
Or should I buy more patience and perseverance?
Life holds the ladder,I might climb it tomorrow
And who then knows how fate fights tomorrow?