Amidst carnivore eyes, 

waiting in deadly stillness, 

shining in witchy sunset, 

battles to carve the way. 

Among debris of decades lived woe, 

in brackish, bloody and deadly water, 

with trembling arms n' empty stomach, 

sweat of days on torn cloth that stench, 

sick heart with hard batter coughs. 

He is sailing for hope, 

from banks of illness and misery, 

via the waters of bleeding history, 

to the dumb oceans of mystery. 

Behind the bleeding sinking sun, 

ebony kayak floats aimlessly, 

to horizons of no return. 

He is plunged in thick obscurity, 

from banks of illness and misery, 

via the waters of bleeding history, 

to the dumb oceans of mystery, 

to banks of illness and misery, 

via the waters of bleeding history, 

from the dumb oceans of mystery, 

hope sailed a day in history,

a history that travelled to ‘n fro. 

From banks of illness and misery,

via the waters of bleeding history,

to the dumb oceans of mystery,

to banks of illness and misery,

via the waters of bleeding history,

from the dumb oceans of mystery. 

Amidst carnivore eyes, 

waiting in deadly stillness, shining in witchy sunset, 

battles to carve the way. 

He is sailing for hope, 

from the banks of despair,

across the waters of death,

since independent. Baobab.