These cries are not normal!
They are the cries of babies,
All around so helpless,
The breast of their mothers are very dry,
Even if they suck no water,
How pestilence ravage the city of life,
Leaving the borders in ruins,
The walls of the city are crumbled,
As the pilars of men are pale -like pregnant wpmen,
Where are the warriors,
Where are the proud,
In their strength they noised on open days,
Greatly recounting the acts of their might,
But now they are hidden with fear,
Even the babies are stronger than they - They had the courage to cry.
Send the king's messenger back empty - an abomination,
For there is no dueno due to pay,
The mirror of the city of life looks cloudy,
As he himself suffers the loss of his own son - the strength of his youth,
Now dead, no one to replace him.
The city of life turned the city of dead.....
To be continued.