Is this another plague of darkness?
Will I, in three days, see the light?
Or are these sons as dead as stones now?
Shall I entomb them all tonight?
My country is a wailing woman
Once more her river turns to blood
Her tears are watering the Delta
Her gods are drowning in the flood
Is this a swarming of the locust?
Another stripping of the trees?
Where are the first fruits of the harvest?
Are these the gods when they’re displeased?
They’ve rushed upon us like a river
They’ve buried children in the mud
There will be nothing left but silence
Our mourning muffled in the flood
What further use have I of foreigners?
Have they exposed me as a fraud?
Let them contend and fend off ruin
Let them be subject to this god