Our eyes flicker in this endless darkness
Because the tripartite rivers flow no more,
Or corruption flows the more
In an unprecedented race.
Our days are always night.
Even the gods of light
Have been monopolized by them.
Those who suck the blood
From the Elephant’s hem.
The Elephant is dying,
From the plague of hilarious patriot cancer
Condemned the more by the east raising.
Beast of a nation, big, clumsy, without any benefit
The horses clinging to the arm, are mere beast
Of burden, carrying Barak’s load.
Eagle’s hoot as though a domesticated life
Its body fluid lubricate the kitchen knife
Our soil once fed the pyramid
But our soil’s oil have soiled our soil’s meed
The Elephant has her leg to the bucket.
Scavengers hover, hoot, hurt and watch;
Some went to get her a customized casket,
Some want to split the spoils for lunch,
Some wish they could place her on life support.
Others mourn the un-dead dead
On the last ascenders’ port.