Bikos dem don run leave dia strong town. Di town wey pipol bin full don turn empty place. Nobody dey stay dia hill and towas again and naw, na der wiked donkey and sheep dey for chop grass.
Jerusalem, where many pipol dey stay before, don empty naw. Di town wey great pass oda nashons before, don bi like woman wey en husband die leave. Na Jerusalem bi kween for di world before, but naw, na slave e bi.
Jerusalem road dey mourn, bikos nobody dey pass der go celebrate again. Di town gate kwayet and pain won kill di priests dem. Di yong wimen dey kry, bikos di trobol wey dem dey face, too mush!
Di town gates don sink enter groun. E skata all di keys and bars wey dem take dey lock di gates. Dem take en prince dem and kings go Babilon as slave. Law nor dey again and God profets nor dey get any vishon from am again.