Oh! thieves of life you stalk the land,
Blood lust your guide, death to command;
Your terror sowed, with time to think,
A cesspool of hate, your soul to sink.
Your time will come, it surely must,
To face the Almighty, knowing and just;
No sympathy for you, hath mortal man,
Perhaps the Creator, in wisdom can?
Monty Alexander
14.7.98