Apocalypse
You raided our dreadful slums
And sniffed us out of our homes
You vomited on our skin
And called us names like ‘bushmen’
You stripped us naked
And buckled up your coats
You stole our gold
And punched our dimples
You ate our food, while we slept in cold
You aborted our wood
And tied us on floating trunks
Now heading to the west
Oh! you Nile our mother
Take us back to home
At home lies our hope
Free us from this bondage
And take us out of darkness
Oh! you Nile our mother
Oh! You great Nile
Cut this wooden wagon
And take us back to the east
Leave us at the coast
And sound the trumpets loud
Tell them we are back!
Tell them we are home!
And let the feasting start!!!
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