The firmament of the universe sneers at me,
They call me the odd among the perfects,
Mercilessly I am on my own,
My lineage breaks,
Tears of bitterness dribbled without limits,
My heart bleeds sorrowful into unreachable depths,
Bereft of joy creation is meant to be,
Have you heard my voice lately?
The sound of groans and wails reaches the heaven,
The lost of my comfort to greedy devourers,
Helplessly surrendering my offspring to butchers of day,
Precious creations extinct like vapors in the air,
Enough of the exploitation,
Stop the burning,
Cease the dumping,
Strike out the pollution,
Oh! Their shady shams,
My balance has tilted,
Equilibrium is at stake,
My vitality threadbare,
My destiny becomes only a pipedream,
I have aged with disrespect,
Only my Maker remembers my youth,

My womb ever cries, poring over yesterday depravity,
They kill my birthrights,
My bareness is a bitter reality,
The posterity of tomorrow is meaningless,
Destruction in the guise of humanity,
Violation in the form of justice,
When will hypocrisy end?

My depthless shame, my honor wreck in ruins,
The beauty once behold with awe,
Now gawk at my deformity,
Like armpits of the universe, defective leftovers,
My crops are now vanquished at the hands of manipulative settlers,
They call me Home, their blessed genesis,
Yet recklessness and dishonorable are the order of the day,

Is there a Day of saving?
Constantly I wait and peek,
Where is the glimpse of nobility?
Not even an iota, not even a hint,
Soon my well will dry up, soon tears will remain only as memory,
The threshold of unbearable despair is almost my verdict,
My penitence over my existence,
My birth is in vain, Why bother?,

The self-made gods are now insatiable scavengers,
Whetting forever their appetite,
They exchange my gifts for gratification and pleasure,
See, they took my spoils, plundered my wealth,
Yet they tout themselves savior,
But find the bins of history,
Therein lie their empty promises,
In my name, they assembled, they conferred,
But never with accomplishment,
My mouth has reached parchedness,
Will they lie like their forefathers?
Raid, steal and destroy,
Is my execution days numbered?
My last outburst,
Hear my plea,
Hearken to my appeal,
Save me, for your sake,

Return me to the glorious days,
Where the robe of my beauty steals the height of grandiose,