The vivacious cry of animals heard
As birds call with rampant exultation
And the chirping of a million and one insects
They all ble nd freely into a sweet symphory
Suddenly events unfolded and
Their sweet nakedness left them

Abomination, the dibia shouted
A rumble of thunder unheard,
Unseen, a shock wave rises up and high
Sweeping within a twinkle at the speed of light.
The whirlwind rises, 10: there is an ominous silence the man, muscular, the grass lush underneath his feet

Wet with mist, he moves through,
Leaving the green foliage parts behind
He raised his hand and behold a forlom
Blanket of misery descended on the land
But held, and unheld to the deservants
Lifting their eyes, they gaze up at the sun
Dipped in a scarlet bowl bowing in the horizon
They all looked round and all is still
Blood of their blood, bones of their bones
Moves on the grassy verge at the bank
Of the stream, there is a defeaning silence

The dibia appeared and declared, our land…
This land is cleased, the deservants………….
Heard, their shrills of laughter riding on the wings
Of the wind, they rise to their feet
Their faces aglow, one by one the stars wink on
As they swirl and around with a sigh of satisfaction
The land is cleased, the land is cleansed
And they “the orang huans” giggled in a clicking sound.