Nights, for us at home
now rages in troubled silence
Nights had become nightless even
as our poor eyes beg to travel
maybe to unravel the mystery
behind our troubled nights.
Every night when the world is silent,
like the rest of the normal world,
We embrace our cozy bed but our sleep
has become peaceless as our mind
Wanders to and fro fretfully in fear
of whose house it is tonight.
And again tonight is yester-night,
Be prepared kins and kindred to entertain
The vicious men of the underworld.
What would rouse us up tonight?
Is it our memorized song stamped on the
Soles of our sensuous lips?
“Thief-u, thief-u, thief-u” with silent sighs.
Or the common drumbeat of a aimful gun?
“Gbam, gbin, gbam, gbam”
Or by the friendly fear in us that it could be
Our house tonight?
Night for us at home
suddenly became a nightmare
it became a weed in our garden.
Oh! How we long for the priceless peace
That once lived here with us.
Tonight again, be prepared
The guardsmen whistle will tell us “sleep!”
But don’t you forget, tonight is yester-night
We will be awoken again to dance
Rhythmically to this memorized beats.