BEHIND YOUR FUNKY MANSION
You will find shanties
Few will get downstairs
But this is my homestead
Though I am always golden.
My nature is green and glee
My rapture is greeny and free
But you're as closer as Oxygen
I love neighbours but not visitors.
A visitor came and stole
My baby born and I am null
Left back baby pants tattered
Less in use buried underground.
A cry to reddish eyes is your rape
Fermenting my land you saw help
Racist belief was adorned to fatal
Induction of ancient land and blow
Craving and crushing to emptiness
And I was left with nothing but sobs.
Hakuna maoni:
Chapisha Maoni