Tribulation

Trouble is at my door in my beautiful city where riots began.

Reality is that I’m in my house surrounded by many rioters.

I am seeing from my window shouting at me like ravenous, roaring lions and I lost my IQ

But I feel and know my sweet life from the teeth of the wild cannot be escaped,

Unseen things are taking place by Zionists on this sagely planet.

Love for humanism is dead while wickedness is ordained amongst the crowd.

Awesome amazing city, much more jealousy has begot evil.

Tribulations mysterious wane full of miseries in place of jubilation for love.

I am pondering over the ways and means for redeeming the beautiful nature of city,

O Eternal, stay close and help, hurry to my side to rescue me.

No one else can help me from the mouth of those lions, from the horns of the wild oxen.