The Tide!

The morning is dark as the night,

There is no peace and hope,

For there is only blood shed and fight!



All hope is lost,

and love's not reign,

People have paid the price,

Good has no gain.



All this!,

At night I sleep not till day,

For all these terrible things!

In my tender mind they play!



My tears run blood,

And I cannot see,

What good! That lies in front of me,



My body pains endlessly,

To witness the cruel blows of such vanity.



All this violence is not good for me,

Oh! I wish all this could stop,

I fervently pray to him in eternity!



Tides will come and tides will go,

But! With all my heart,

I pray to see this plague no more!