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The dusty untarred roads sang praises,
A state government indifferent to the plight of its people
The tall palmtrees stood proud, proud of a rich heritage;
An ancestry alas long forgotten;
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Melancholy slaped me at your sepulchral
Astounded stood i in harrowing grief
Is this to be every mans glorious end?
Is this to be the grand finale?
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Daughter of mine
Those breasts of yours that have magnetized many;
Will one day loose its powers of attraction
Those humongus buttocks with which you strut with;
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Amdo you have castrated me, my towering pride a tiny elf
Amdo you have humbled me;
My baostful taunts now mere inaudible whispers in the dark
A shriveld old man on whom age has taken its toll
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There we stood arrayed in national colours,
Peoples of diverse ethnicic races-
To be mergeged into one nation one people
The objective unity in diversity
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I shall soon leave you my love,
Temporarily or for eternity that i do not know, yet this I do know my love
That I shall miss the breeze blowing through the whistling pines
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But i never fought you dear brother, i had nothing to do with the war
I never started it dear sister, i wasn't born during your war
Mother you stare at me with those eyes, with them your children mock me;
An inheritence of my countrys ugly past
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The dusty untarred roads sang praises,
A state government indifferent to the plight of its people
The tall palmtrees stood proud, proud of a rich heritage;
An ancestry alas long forgotten;
In its place now a people void of sense of direction-
Currupted by modernity, no longer there brothers keeper
The palm trees swayed in mockery
The ancestors in revoltion turned in there graves
Sickened at the indiscriminate looting,
Squandering, misappropriation of funds, to fund personal projects
There pockets, private foregin accounts, while there people suffered
Oh! How they suffered
My ancestors your sons have become robbers
Your daughters are now prostitutes
That which you detested dear fathers
The chicken has come home to roost
How do they remain docile?
Indifferent to this daylight robbery
Alas they have sold there birth right
There tongues silenced, accomplices in the looting gallore
In darkness will we remain
In squalor without water to drink;
While the dusty untarred roads sing there praises
Alas a people void of sense of direction

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