The white moon was engulfed,
By the dark murky sky.
Winds of violence hovering above,
No light to reflect,
The black night was creeping in.
Black smoke like clouds declared:
The trouble in this turmoil…
She sat there, wasted…
With arms open wide…
And screamed a plea…
‘LIBERATE!’
The sky roared.
She is now against the sky…
Whose scream will reign?
Hers’ or Heavens’?