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.