Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

A Cry For Motherland: A suggestion To Bolami lawal


A Cry For Motherland
A suggestion
To Bolami lawal



A different world is out there
None like you've ever known,
A jungle of arms and spears
A life twixt hell and moans;
A siege of death has tamed the strong
Men live only in silent hope
"Unity" is a word that's wrong
"Freedom" ends on a dangling rope;
A different world is out there,
A life of misery, pain, and fear,
Hardship strains our voices,
Blood has stained our tears;
If the earth could utter just one cry,
For our blood soaked motherland,
"Why must our children die,
Killed with guns, bare knives, and hands.

Submitted: Thursday, January 17, 2013

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