Yehya El Kouzi

"High buildings fall, black oceans rise, and coins sink in height Where weapons smash in every grace, with every black and white The east drops, the west too, children die and so do old With every sin, and every crime, people drop by their gold The ground wrecks to chunks where people tend to fall And gardens turn dumps but the tiny bird’s soul Fire, Wind, Water and Sun, all kill a birth It just goes on to be the Last day on earth"