Di main road dey empty, bikos nobody dey travel again. Kontries dey break di agriment wey dem make with each oda and pipol nor dey respet one anoda again.
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!