Stolen Walls - Susrite

I created thee with labour

Foundated thee on the best of earth

Made thee giants amidst thy neighbour

And provided thee natural means to wealth

I strengthen thy Arrows and bows

When the mighty subdued thy lands

I made thy old brave and thy youth bold

And freedom played out like sounds

Thou art graced with the mantle

To push thy kin to comfort

Like the rearer to his cattle

Whom should make joy come forth

But what have thou done?! 

Oh what?

Treating thy seeds to tears

The hand which I found few fault

Giving it so much cross to bear

Doom! Doom!! Doom!!!

All thou hast lead to reach

At every breath I see sorrow loom

Even when my sons preached

Thou art milking my people dry

And their agonies, walking to the sky

Thou push them down, whom I took high

And neighbour mocked thy giant... Oh why?

For it is written and thou knoweth

"The people turned when pushed to the wall"

Thou, then, stole the wall and runneth

And push thy people, they cry and fall

"They shall adapt" this; thy comment

Thou ignored their wails and filled thy pocket

I shall kill thee, leave thee to ferment

For thou suffers thy kin, the innocents.