This house is as beautiful as heaven
Her blemish is lack of roof.
Dwellers heeled the toes of the fled –
answer errand calls in white-lands.
The solace taken in scorching sun
after the havoc of rains is the cause.
Now, they know the carpenters at the tops
are not ready to nail things right.
They return hauling stony words;
This house is too weak for the roof we now desire!
The house must be razed and rebuilt!
They are called seeds of adultery.
What do you see to that?