As you pour I pray, be merciful,
For you are as much a woe to many
As you are wonder to some.
Years of ravage caused by you
Has left my land in shambles
Aren’t you tired?
How much more misery you fancy
Only you could tell.
But when I see the plight around
I never fail to question
If this is how it is meant to be.
A land that has nature’s bounty,
Cries every year for a penny
The dreams of so many
Die down in that one merciless stroke
Of the Mighty. How I wish to see
The happy face of the land
That’s known for its bounty!
All I hear are the agonizing screams
Of the helpless and the drowning
For whom help is but a distant dream
That flickers between hope and despair.
Why does the world seem deaf and blind to the misery
Of the laity? After all aren’t we made of the same flesh
and blood that kings and queens are made of?
If this is what humanity is, then alas!
The world is falling apart
And there’s nothing but a barren patch
Left for our posterity.
Hurry, lest it would be too late
To make amends and revive what is left of our humanity!