What says you that wake up in the morning with no hope of the day?
What says that child in their innocence who choose not to be born and the bearing ignore their cries?
What say you father that left the mothers on their own to fend and care for their young?
All of you whose eyes are closed not noticing the event of the day?
You pass by with your eyes at the back of your heads,
Not notices the event of the day.
They cry out day and night but you have drawn far away from them;
There voices have gone because of wiping, their hope vanished like dust in the sea,
What hope is left for them none but an empty breeze?
What says you that look upon them as nothing? You have harden your heart towards them?
You set out to eat the very fabric of their beings .
What says you that cry out justice justice but you hold it so tight to your own comfort?
Their eyes look up to you only to be dropped again in fear and discomfort;
Your justice is not justice for you hold it too tight to give away,
What says you that say comfort to them but with not comfort?
You say peace and give out war'
You say health and distribute sickness, you torment them day and night.
What says you that create? Or you claim to have created all things
What says you when the father leave and the mother is destroyed, children are left to fend for their living, the young look after the young,
For all the adult have gone far from them.
What says you now? You claim to have created it all and said all things are yours.
Yet the children whom you claim to have given to them dies and perish for no fault of theirs,
What say you when the mighty man comes in and possesses all that the poor man has gather?
When he open up his sward and piercing through the very fabric of their bones?
Even the words of his mouth is blade and fire killing the children all around them.
What says you that bring out the sun to shine on us and the moon that calm the day?
Have you close your eyes on us - have you giving your authority to the mighty man to destroy?
What says you that has shown so many mysteries in time past
Have you walk away from us?
Does our cries mean anything to you?
Perhaps you have stopped!
You closed all business with us,
Therefore the mighty man has taken authority into his own hand to dominate the poor and rape them off their bread,
Where is the mysteries that you talk?
Have you give your power over to them with the sword?
No one will defend the poor and their cries will return to them
Because he that claim to have been the creator has stopped
Has the creator stopped so that creation take upon itself to rule and control?
Keep your cries to yourself go out and face the mighty man,
He will pierce the fabric of your flesh and make you a byword to all, but not for long,
Find a strategy and keep your soul - do not allow him to touch your soul,
Keep it safe let him pierce your flesh for he will soon get tired and look for anther flesh.
When his go his way,
You will arise and pick up your soul,
Keep it safe, protect it, keep it tightly in control,
You will pick it up again and range,
The mighty man will soon fall, he will get tired of flesh and move one,
But You, you will arise and life up your soul
You will run with mighty power and understand because you know all thing,
The mighty man is for a season but you will be for eternity.
What says you mighty man who has been feeding on the flesh of the poor?
So that you build up empire that are unsustainable,
Look around you those whom you ones pierce and ridicule are now standing,
They are strong and powerful,
There soul where always in place,
You eat their flesh but never touch their soul
They will stand and rule in truth and justice
