It may have awakened some hearts
to a sense of guilt and a desire of amendment.
For ages, people have sought to find
a deeper meaning to life,
because our nation is bleeding in pains.
The wind is about to blow.
The blood of the innocent may speak terrible things.
Prepare all ears to listen to the voice.
The blood of the innocent cries out from the ground,
On the very spots, their brothers slaughtered them,
in a lamentable conflict for no justifiable cause.
What a humiliating and abominable slaughter of brothers by their brothers!
A cry is going up to heaven,
from those fields, which God will hear.
What matters if there is more than one nation?
Peace is better than war.
Of what gain is it when hands are stained in the blood of their fellow men?
At present, I see a carnival of madmen on stage,
ambushing there fellow mortals like roaring lions.
I fear that the demon has decided them.
I could have admitted it was a temptation.
I could have retired in silence,
to a lonely place and listen to the voice that cries.
But the master has educated his youths in sin
strong men with corrupt hearts
ruling in corruption and crime. Men of an evil eye.
Beneath the shadow of night
while he parades the street as a gentleman
his victims are covered in shame for a crime none will excuse.
While he is called a reputable man,
he may be asked to occupy a place of honour
With none to point fingers of scorn on him.
But the voice of his victims cries to God for mercy.