Hurricanes are crying out
lighting bolts strike
the roofs of houses
And still the murderers
slither and kill
Burglers take what is not theirs
Rapists take what is not theirs to take
The dead rise from their graves
with mud packed on decaying bones
worms crawling on them
Insanity is sweeping through our minds
the sky passing above
Sun and moon both shining tonight
For this old child
is dying tonight
And tell me
where are my parents tonight