Ever Beautiful She Was

 

by Caesar and Gititi, 18 and 20

 

EVER BEAUTIFUL SHE WAS

 

Ever beautiful she was

The young and optimistic teenager

From the villages to the cities

Everyone had his or her eye on her

The old and the young

Praised her beauty.

 

Both the old and the young

Whoever felt thirsty in this journey of life

Asked for some water whose source was her

The old and the young

Praised her beauty.

 

And there she was

Ready to quench anyone with her water

Be it the old and the young

The old and the young

Praised her beauty.

 

This sudden chilly morning

Disillusionment filled the village

For there lay her skinny corpse

With the spirit already gone

The old and the young claimed

She was once beautiful.

 

A fortnight was not over

Cries of the affected filled the air

From morning to evening, day after the other

Funeral ceremonies conducted

All weak and dying said

She was once beautiful.

 

Why this suffering and afflictions?

Was the cry of the few left

The cry of the lucky survivors

And innocent children.

 

Just a minute's warmth, changed

A family and a village to a pool

Of orphans, widows and widowers.

A signal of the foreseeable poverty

As all weak and dying said

She was once beautiful.

 

Weak and dying cursed the once beautiful

But where was she?

Far beyond the beautiful white clouds

Only to be followed by

The ignorant and the innocent.

 

By Caesar & Gititi.