Its belief and creed are of forceful persuasion

By Atok Dan Baguoot 

Its true colors are distress and hopelessness 

Its wings are of despair and hatred 

Its bone marrows are of jealousy and envy oil 

Its claws are of sorrow and regret 

Its skin is itchy and troublesome 

Its breathing is of fire and hot humid 

Its eyes are of ill-watch and curse 

Its name is of deception and cunning 

Its first character is of Nasty worst “N” 

Its middle identity is Curse “C” 

Its last perception is of perjury of bad “P” 

Its long problematic tail is of anarchy 

Its forsaken cradle land is of frying pan 

Its newly and forcefully acquired land is of a boiling pot 

Its old cousin is of fire swallowing family 

Its land is of explosive chemical for hatred 

Its belief and creed are of forceful persuasion 

Its name is of coercing and association 

Its doctrine is of falsehood and none of inquisitive 

Its name is never of free choice 

Its name is of deceitful lineage and descendant 

Its newly forced name is none of tolerance to my ancient name 

Its name is of pretense and protest 

Its healthy wish is of ill wish to me 

Its wise thinking is of my dull thinking 

Its attitude is toward disasters in my life 

Its greed of my natural wealth is of my destitute 

Its greed of occupation of my cradle land is of my devastation 

Its greed of my honey is of my early death 

Its greed of my fertile black mud is of displacement 

It greed of the hospitability of my sufferings 

Its abuse of my acceptance is of my regrets 

Oh God of justice and freedom,

Oh creator of appropriateness 

Oh giver of trust, oh taker evil 

How just is my creator, how selfish is my rival 

Turn for my rescue, turn for our oneness 

Turn for my jovial happiness; turn against my sadness and despair 

Turn for my oneness, turn against our division