Stranja Depoet Poet Ballad

Africa My Home

Dry bread at home is better than roasted meat
abroad they say. 
Nothing can be compared to my home,
not in any way.

I've been to the north, south, east 
and to the west.
But trust me my home is the best.
If there's anything from nature I could request
I would've asked my maker never to put 
my home and I asunder

My home! Your love for your subjects I'll
always remember
My home my strength, my passion, my life
my love.
 A home sent to me straight from the heavens 
above.

I may echo through the afterlife
And be denied my right to life
I may pay to death his ransom
But even in my death, I'll have a good rest
on your very bosom.
AFRICA my HOME.

                     (STRANJA)

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