A land was quiet, love was a language
In its environment, a tranquil haven of peace and serenity ruled
Green Cypress danced joyfully to the tune of wind
Streams of pure water competed to unleash their lives.
In its palace, Black Donkey ruled perfectly.
A strange voice was heard on the land
The sounds of galloping hooves of strangers
A palace was invaded, a king was deserted
White horses were on the land, a race began
Strong to survive, war of cries filled air
Fields were scorched, jaws of hunger sapped the land.
Flaming sticks of strangers consumed the palace
Black Donkey fought, all His courage was spent
Arrows of betrayal drained all strength
A palace grew weak, it was reduced to shreds
A steeplechase race continued, Black Donkey Became tired
A palace was divided , White horses reigned
Boundaries were drawn, King and Queen separated
Freedom was gone, epitome of power became a fantasy
A Black Donkey pulled a cart, all His fodder was gone
The same cry was heard in a neighbor\'s yard.
Love was no longer a language, all subjects groaned
Young ones lacked milk, crumbs of bread were seen not eaten
Strong governors were taken captive to foreign lands
All day long , they worked in the fields.
A ray of hope stroke His mind, a king remembered
Children learned wisdom, knowledge became power
To fight and restore tranquility on the land , was a call
Courage became a partner, feeble knees were strengthened
A king doesn\'t die, He only looses his power
White horses were gouged , A black voice roared
Freedom was restored, a wounds failed to heal
Ink of boundaries of divisions, dried and bolded on the land.
Eyes saw freedom ears conceieved hope , but mind was still in a cage
White Horses bled, faintly walked back to their land.