Thala

I pass over bridges in the night, 
I look across at the ships I burn't, 
with the ashes of ancestors in my nostrils,
in my chest,
I do my best,
as do the worms,
they decompose, 
while looking for fish, 
I wish, 
the wealth of the nations, 
it's dairy delights, 
the preservation of innocence, 
young cannibals, 
sanctity of saints,
red crescent,
bright moon,
under which we belong, 
together as one,