Arab Spring
We the off-springs of deserts
Rules by decades of fears
With our fists and guts
Shackled by servitude
Our minds corrupted by monarchies
Fooled and pulled by tyrants
Today, we ooze our blood for fraternity
Painting our deserts with tears
Saying no to insanity
In the corridors of their bullets,
We bully the bulls' bullets
With a speck of grit
We greet
Dreadfulness and death
With determinations
For the sake of children we shall
Bleed to death, than have them in power
Tell Africa, it is Arab Spring.
Awoh Awoh
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