Today we sleep with our eyes open,
A promise by aspirants in the theatre of treasure.
Today we awaken to the screams of terror
In the desert wasteland;
To the sound of kaka boom.
Today the line between darkness and light has been obliterated.
The night cannot tell the difference from the day.
The spell of fear has been woven through the incantation of ‘Boko’
In the heart of the fearless
Today, the soft echo of the bungle in the garden of bugloss,
Has entrenched the root of terror in northern horizon.
But despite this,
Our faith and perseverance
Shall be like crowned with the bright constellation of Orion