Soaring from the sky above
on a chariot dusty waves
Herald of the coming wind
Thunders warning here and there.
Age-long thatched roofs, trees and leaves,
Say prayers in unison
As the end of world seems near
Attempts for escape seems all vain.
Helter-Skelter people dash
Saving little goats and sheep
Wild birds swerve from tree to tree
As the swaying tree branch cracks.
Passing through Djatu
The stormy wind takes all it needs.

Whirling in the sky above
Djatu heritage flies with the mind
The uncertainty of destiny
Djatu wonders mouth agape.
The more this heritage flies away
The closer doomsday seems to draw.
The stormy wind leaves Djatu bare
Of the glory once it had.
Thatched roofs here and everywhere
Bid farewell to mother huts.
Djatu soil persists so strong
And the huts resist the wind
Fencing mats collapse so low
But their pegs withhold them back.

Pots, gourds and calabashes
lie destroyed everywhere.
Clothes in rags and tiny ropes
Hurled in the air by the stormy wind
Dangle on the trees above
As the stormy wind tail pass.
Lying, hanging everwhere
The broken branches seem to weep
As their mother trees stand bare
mourning loss the wind has caused.
Whirling along the windward side
Dry leaves wriggle the wind away.
The heaven seems so clear and dry
As the violent wind gives way.

Obsolescence rings bells around
As Djatu lies bare in ruins.
Here, there, everywhere
Houses seem to lie destroyed.
People seem to have no homes
As they roam from house to house.
Pouring from the sky above
Sorrow seems to paint all face.