The seven shore dream !

The seven shore dream,

I too had a dream,

With a thick layer of cream,

No one knows the thirst,

But I always knew it best,

One mid night there was a bad riot,

Where I lost my shelter,

 Roar in cheers,

Roar in tears,

My land of beauty,

Turned a desert;

Leaving the dry;

And the fellow thy;

The garden near the coast;

Turned as a blood of beast,

I was in urge of the word;

Where they were in fun of sword,

Around I found the corpses, and rattle;

 While they only saw battle,

I saw the loneliness,

While they went for absoluteness,

I cried aloud;

Along the winds of cloud,

The ease of my breeze,

Glared away with a glaze,

Alas! My dream of shore turned;

As a land of howl and bark,

Ruined with the cry of mother,

Resounded the pity of father,

Grumble of pain,

Humble in vain,

Let they invade and be honored,

Let the clergy be flattered,

Oh! Al mighty, I call;

Give them the sow of peace;

Never let us down in space;

We will borrow the holes;

We will borrow the eatables;

We owe another word;

We never blowhard;

Or you leave the ways;

And let, the beauty sways;

Bring back the lantern;

Leaving back the wanton;

Without the baton:

Closing the eyes in a deep mourning;

 Opening the eyes in a bright morning

Is just a furlong   ?

This is far and long.

Oh! My dream of seven shore when will you come back to me,

With the rage;

Of your age,

Throwing suffers and pains.

Concept: the suffering and pains of war victim.