Standing strong and powerful, she is calling for a saviour, She the light of hope & life, Her prayers churning oceans, storming away all filth that dwelled on earth & its souls, Her cry for help is echoing in every corner of the world to heal all distressed souls,

What did we do, that we ended up at this stage?

Wen all good men are dead and the prevalent are wicked, Wen moving through the streets means encountering dismal cries in thickets, Wen ruthless cunningness is overarching over kind disposition, Wen nobody trusts a body for help, Wen nobody thinks themselves being of help, Wen all wells drought, and all droughts desert, Wen animals are in an endless queue to be born again, and birds know no nation, a home & fishes wait for rain, Wen all trees were cropped for crops, & all hills were cropped for cash, The hearts of the rich no longer felt rich, when brotherhood was forgotten for itching every itch, What on earth will you get O' man, when you left nothing more to stake or take?