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written by : Lwando
With ever fixed markings of warmongering,
malcontent and traces of suffering.
Filled with veterens of segregation and
Traces of malicious souls burdened.
I am not alone, I am accompanied by
patristics of pathless pathology.
Oh but I am alone,
These empty vessels filled with hatred
no longer create the oils of human survival.
Empty voices and words echo in my skull
like a morning of hot autumn still clinging
to the scotches of summer.
Praise with me the masters of good and greatness.
Kings whose will devoured that of the all
evil.
Praise with me then, the spirit of our land shall rise and live.
AFRICA SHALL LIVE!
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