Lost in the wilderness of strife and trial
Soaking pillow with pain of betrayal
My life is spent in the thickness of woes
Nothing remains there for me to lose.

Ruined in search of an evergreen pasture
Shunning the values of my inherited culture
I groped in the darkness for the life of a king
Where song of happiness I could sing.

Shuffling my wings as I readied to fly
Hopefully looked at the vast, azure sky
I got frightened at the heart rending wails
Of mothers covering dead children in veils.

Ahead of me lies dry frame of a man
Sipping water from a twisted can
To quell his thirst and unbearable hunger
Ready to die peacefully in a street corner.

Children die before opening their eyes
Beggars move like swarming flies
Worried fathers with guns in hands
Fight for the rich in distant lands.

Poor girl has no clothes to hide
Her beauty's blooming pride
Frightened she cringes in a dingy cell
That seems worse than the Hell.

I wonder where His blessing has gone
For those who are poor and forlorn
Why not He wipes them out of the Earth
Rest will be known as, “rich by birth.”