How long?

How long will I hear waves of violence, blown and tossed by the wind?
How long will I look at the face of injustices mirrored in the hill?
How long must I smell burns of oppression clung against my will?

You blind of truth who walk staggers with your drunkenness.
Writhe like a woman in labour.
Wake up from a deep sleep.

You deaf of wailing, who hear disaster you cannot escape
Sweep you with a wind of destruction.
Turn back and fear your end.

You mute of justice, who acquit the guilty for a bribe.
Shut up in prison, trampled on your feet.
Utter shame, cry out, gasp and pant.

You blind and see!
You deaf and hear!
You mute and speak!