Oranbulant

The town is filthy and incomplete,

Thrown on its back by a blistering heat.

Death rules over Oran,

As rats gather

To die together.

No way to break the curfew,

Escape the city walls.

The boulevard of broken dreams

Empty and forlorn,

While hospitals are crammed 
With the damned,

Holding on to the wreck of life

With broken claws,

Their grey faces livid,

Their craters crying out

Despair and disbelief.

In a spa far away you wait for me

While I fight this army of thousands.

As hope crawls away

To die a lonesome death,

I know that my bubonic heart

Will soon burst open

With love and longing.