A song about a tragic and chaotic situation. ...
[Woe Mama! The teacher say! Woe Mama! ]
The voice never called me;
A lot of problems surfaced which were not pleasing to see.
Many were still in the hole;
Hardship bestowed onto them and nothing has been told.
Just pain, ache and the unbearable heat
With no food to eat, there was mere hunger in the deep.
Many took turns to help while ideas were shifting
But many made strenuous efforts in assisting.
There was no way to slacken the pole
And there was nothing to cherish the soul.
Doors may now be opened but then we couldn’t bank on luck.
In time, things would have crumbled and all access shut.