The elephant is asleep.
Flies and ants are crawling all over your eyes.
Your precious skin is covered in sores.
Gnats are all over you.
The giant is in deep slumber.
Oh! Colossal, your fringes are eaten up.
Strangers are at your door step.
Your treasures are in ruin.
For you have forsaken your first love: offspring.
How painful to know, oh, Giant
Your children within your walls,
in desperation to live.
Your offspring are dispersed ashore,
For the milk from your bosom dried up.
Tears rolling down my cheeks,
Who will console me?
For the mammoth lay undignified.
Your jewels are debased.
Because your leaders are in quandary
The elephant is trampled upon,
Devoid of direction, wandering in trackless field,
Chaos, anarchy, famine and wars,
Defining the land of plenty.
My eyes have seen your shame,
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