I know we dwell in best compound,
Third compound from the sun;filled with veggies.
Our bed is sultry soil and our blanket is scorching sun,
Yet it is our paradise.
Every morning man wakes to work,
Hoping to bring bread for his family,
He tills the mother earth to bring bread
But rocks filled the belly of mother earth,
He's sent home with empty basket.
I know we dwell in heavenly soil,
Where dawn and dusk have their purpose,
Dawn to light our scary night; dusk to give rest,
But devil's men has taken both men,
agent of darkness clothed in white garment.
Who can tell us how devil wear snowy white?
From childhood, goal were set like a possible target,
Arrows were shot at the target but missed,
Future leaders dwell in bin with madmen,
The walked in dirty clothes in name of hustle,
Walking up and down to bring meal with help of bustle.
Mother earth is cool and colorful,
Hell energized the coolness,
Nature of soil is different from
the room beneath,
When a tree falls, the grubs take over
Agony in Paradise.
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