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!!!