When angels sleep

The world ceases like a tsunami is about to happen,

foundations of the earth shake like an earthquake will soon occur,

everywhere appears blank with no colours,

as everyone wears rags and put ashes on their heads.

The sun scorches the sons of the soil, burning their skin like the sulphur.

Rain drains joy and drenches with wrenched wine,

as sour as the vinegar drunk at Calvary.

When angels sleep, favour slips,

grace and mercy, skips,

We long for drops of water on our lips,

as wishes cease to come at the fingertips.

When angels sleep, help hides,

compassion fails, hatred becomes the new normal.

May angels not sleep,

for a bit of their doze, costs a man a lot to lose.