Even if I seem to be smiling
My heart is chapped and cracked
It’s been years since I’ve lived in my worries
You never learn a thing
You never impart a thing
You incubate hatred all the while
My brothers, why all the misunderstanding
In this arid desert strewn with dead trees
My brothers, is there anything more delightful
Than being distracted and engrossed
In the middle of a tindé and iswat