Ever since they have arrived

All things beautiful cannot thrive

The fear is now what drives.

Even with falling of the hive

Refuses to take a dive

Slaves keeping that spirit alive.

Oh, they can but not leave

For more they must now give.

Daylight was once our gift

Existing but now stolen by thieves

All we have now is common grief

That a will's a must by the eve

Hoping that tomorrow's war will be brief.