Nave blind eyes

Childish white eyes

The good

Child of the evil



The mother came to her daughter

Giving her a bit of herself

A bit of her madness

A bit of her blackness



How many were we in the beginning

And how many left

How many of us are still dying in you?



And now the sun... again. Oh Sun



Give us dust

Starvation

Give us sweat

Tears



But kneeling, genuflected

We silently pray to you

To free her from her black mother



Seagulls eat the eyes of the people

Seagulls eat the eyes of the dead sailors

You have taught us

You have eaten my eyes mum