Why in that tongueless breeze
Did the wind whistle a tune?
Of a song devoid of hope and joy
That casts deep palpable shadows
Of evils hidden in walls within
That mirrored in souls encased therein
Hatred, starvation and sodomy
Why in that September waft
Did a voice whisper a lullaby?
With verses of anticipation
Reminisces of beautiful lands
From times long forgotten
That ruptured the hearts of many a soul
But like dewdrops on a languid leaf
The memories flickered in the singing wind
Why into the night did hope fade?
As the wind skulked through the shadows
With phantoms humming the jingle of doom
And as the grilled doors shut closed
Why did the beautiful whispers
Die in the cauldron of babel?
Brewed in that dark prison