The old man stood there lonely and helpless
Supported by his walking stick
And his prayer beads he had for ages
He looked to the skies in utter disgust
His heart sounded and gave up over his legacy
As his only sons slapped unity hard on her face
And you could see the swells and marks on her face
She was hurt, wounded and humiliated.
As unity lay down in a state of coma
The old man cried continually, helpless
He prayed with hope in serene
Hoping for a peaceful resting the hereafter
He finally collapsed and fell to his knees
His Physical body lay bare on heated earth pebbles
His nose oozing blood, his soul rose to the heavens
While unity lay dead in a pool of blood.