If only troubles were proceeding
like clouds that threaten but evaporate,
and open wounds could put an end to bleeding
we might find help in our sorry state.
However clouds that carry heavy loads
will burst eventually and pour out rain.
And dark disasters that this bodes
can wash away what people tried to gain.
We live our lives like masters of the earth,
but bitter irony shows us the fact
that it’s not ours by the right of birth.
Powers of nature in the end object.
