Strange letters all over coast
Native notes we carved, lost.
Lanky buildings and huge ports
Where is the land we fought?
The splashes in the law-making house
Statements of sword and slay arouse.
Lettered person retired, shove off
To help them scour the pearl that dazzled for years.
Holy day of Easter whirled to a
Holiday of the demons and devils.
They call us the paradise of world
The paradise which rasps finer feelings.
The blubber of the new born being burnt
Sin of enrolling at the wrong spot, unlearn.
The pain of the womb that carried nine moons
Is swelling and her heart slashed deep.
Young blood musing on the league
Of Tuskers and Kings. For now,
salute to the flames that taste spirits
and sever the scion of the nation.
Its hard its throbbing its spooky,
not the illness but the bias
the split and splatter of the tribes
with rags, elite shun while base born run
from grim real, we hush the gospel truth
That humans alive but… but…
humanity burning alive!

By Aadhila Anees