political realities which keep rearing their ugly head

Dark skies foretold in omen   

Falling star  upon the heavens

sharpened arrows and took aim with blazing arrows 

 our  misfortune is we cannot strike it

​the hour of the lurking beast is here

 eyes  and arms grow weary

Still the star blazes

I stamped the ground

I cry

I do invoke God unto action 

All too no avail

I lit a fire

ate 

slept uneasy 

the star  burned still in the sky

wisemen predicted its death , but its death is not upon it 

​the very ground laments

all returned back too the seasons  

Dark star do not return to blight my land

To hide the sun

make us live in fear

falling star  burn out before my eyes can see you 

trouble my land no more 

do not upon the ground in shape of  man who makes the ground tremble with hells wrath

Remote unto the chance too slay thee