THE POD PONDER;
The wind blows awe in the darkest suite,
Children of the mine drinks ore and cry,
Oh! Mother crane why crave on the stoop.
Looking at the brimstone, while the storm bear.
Children of the mine still drink ore and cry
I looked up on the mountain, the dew got pod
I cried! Mother crane why crave on the stoop.
Looking for the awe, the sea's got sore,
Blood is the vine and bone's got stem,
I ponder to render the matter assunder,
But the children of the mine drinks ore and cry 😢
I stocked in the red wind and my nicker's stone hype,
My eyes are deemed while the sky smiles wet,
Talking to the lonely ghost while my pistol's 🔫 mod screwed.
The alkahest has brought the Nature child for Nuture,
I'm left with one eye, broken is my grew mirror,
Smiling to the heavens, they cannot tell why,
Oh! Mother crane 🌍 why crave on the stoop.
Children of mine- suffering Nation
Ore. - Agony
Mother crane. - War
Stoop. - Vulnerables
Sky smile wet. - Tears
Red wind. -Blood.