Dark sea roaring in thy tempest fall
Oh! Sing the song of sorrow
For the blue sky has turned into a gray wind
And you have jointed in her gray celebration.
Who will sail at thy roaring?
For the path of all mortals has opened her mouth
Waiting that it might sing the wild song of victory
For the soul that would tempt her gray-gathering.
�Nsikak Andrew, 29th January, 2008