The hands of time contains tales, Rivers filled with vengeance, Submerged, layers of centuries, Lie buried man’s errors Many a king, many a lord, Nobles rode in gilded chariots, Gliding on Arab stallions, Conquerors of deserts and seven seas, Weighed down with fortune and fame, Killing the rebellions, Who stood in their way The night has untold tales, Listen to the soft whisperings, Of the forest sparrows choir, Echoing deathly grief Even today, the forsaken tales, Blood sucked into the earth’s crust, They sing quiet symphonies, Innocent ones, slain in vain, Roars of injustice The sky frowns upon man, In whose arms the blade, Of jealousy slits love, The rain and thunder speak, Of betrayal on land and sea The heavens weep, tears of grief, Screaming songs of sorrow, Heavy grief pours down, On humanity ,unstoppable torrents of rain Alas, the heavens bleed, an anguish, Unable to bear the sins of Adams kin, They too shed tears of blood-soaked rain Streams, rivers, lakes, oceans and seas, All burdened with our inglorious past. A penalty Published in Daily Times, February 17th 2018.