Under a pale sky
maimed by 'innocent vultures', her sons
The scavengers and devourers in wait for the loot
My creditor; hunger comes, knocks and ransacks
my belly for his fair share of a meal
Whose toil he had never taken part in
And reminds me of the ugly truth
I've been one hit by the stray bullets
of a terrorist; corruption___
When will the bounty over my head be lifted?
When will this pale sky be bright?
When will these vultures be humans?
When will the post master knock at heaven's gate?
When will the emperor take a look at these letters that lay uncharted on the old mail box?
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