Africa
We looked upon the c's
And saw no seas
Bit dry leaves and skulls a dead village
Lost by a thunder storm
It craved for many seas
But resulted to beaches
There was a bridge bit non could pass
It was named
RIVERS OF BABYLION
With some Goats ruling over as Gods
Until the mafians came and took them all to a peaceful place called Africa
Copyright © Omokri Agatha | Year Posted 2022
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