Did you wonder at the title?
You should,
Since it has to do with a string,
No, a strong theme,
A dangerous time of expectation,
When the eyes stay glued,
Next to the door,
Not to eavesdrop at the other,
But to see what comes from the delivery.
The world is waiting,
Watching per second billing,
As to what we look forward to,
Isn't a child in the womb,
But what makes life essentially comfortable,
The woman has bore the pain,
Early morning sickness,
Throwing up while tooth-brushing,
And refusing to take food.
Gulvanising the charter to make us one,
One baby from one womb,
Womb carried by a woman,
Woman who cried daily to see her baby,
Baby that could continue the lineage,
Lineage that have been deflated,
Deflated by vultures and scavengers,
Scavengers that lobby in the territory,
Territories of our national treasury.
Now! Our treasury is massively looted,
Looted by a few men,
Men who has no heads,
Heads good enough to think,
Thinking gone off to selfish,
Selfishness that arrives at nothing,
In the end buried under ground,
And end up as dust or as nothing,
Give us a brother!!
A brother who cares more for our good,
So we do not go to bed hungry,
This is the cry of the masses,
Those who weep day an night,
Even at noon shed tears,
While the men without heads,
Loot away our family treasure,
Eating like gluttons,
Fattening like cows of Bashan.