The Night the Turtles Cried

I would try best to write of this land on this night
That this diligent pen would be my tireless sight
The hour had long been gone leaving me in a fix
But the ocean tides had enticed me to the shores

I would envisage this land of white sandy beaches
Sea breeze that would propel perpetual thoughts
This land a docking pedestal for leather back turtles
Dawning their toddlers on these sand centuries by

Tonight my mind were restless over the wild uproars
From the massive beating drum of motorcycle chains
The city youngsters roaming this land ghost rider likes
Spoiled brats from the seeds of the bling bling nations

The rumpus was clearly too wild for the gentle reptiles
Abandoning this land of the wrong currents and tides
Journeying to other land for safety of their progenies
For their tears would always be for this land they love