I don kry sotey wota nor gri kom out from my eye again; my heart don break. I don taya and e dey pain bi wen I si how dem distroy my pipol and how shidren dey faint anyhow for di town.
Dem don disgrace and karry Nineveh pipol go anoda land. Dem don drag dia kween go. En girls savant dey mourn for am; dem dey kry like dove kon dey nak dia chest.