The land is totally dry,
With water only from taps to cry,
It's purely bare with shrubs metres away,
Yet the men have chosen to flesh of knowledge slay.
This has become clearly evident
South and North have it present
It makes the whole land be together
From diverse origins for a meeting men do gather.
In a sombre mood to me you come today
From a dull face to fall your tears don't delay
Your red eyes speak volumes of torture and remorse
Your mouth murmurs a hard-to-hear verse.
On a clear morning,
Natives wake up all unknown to mourning,
They peacefully match,
To exercise their democratic right,
Suppose you'd not come,
My journey would surely be long and calm,
To traverse from county to county within my country,
Just as did old men in history,