Every new dawn am on guard
Praying and hoping on God
Like a mustard seed, so my faith
Living to the glory of death
Insecurity have found a way out
Through the unguarded layout
Harvesting unripe crops angrily
With weapon of religious hate and bigotry
Death now live among us with unknown face
Picking souls from every work race
Nobody knows or able to fathom
Reason crime besieged like falcon
Look around, is hope actually coming?
All I see is a footprint of war snoring
Beckoning on hungry warlords beneath
To come feast on wicked poor earth.
Here I'm running like a fugitive
Trying to safe myself from captive
There is fire raging the mountain
I'm angry no one is running to fountain