Black Days
Come,my friend,let's sing a song
For times that were and are no more
Surely ,surely,the good time is here
Hurrey,hurray,no more fear
Come,come,i say come
Let's sing abmout the lack of vision
Of greed and mad ambition
Of those who only speak of pomp and power
Whose teeth are spears and arrows
And their tongue a shrp sword
They use it not for words
They speak of war
They speak of competition
In power and ammunition
They make guns their mouth piece
And innocent blood their morning tea
Hmm,they are all gone
Let's sing from morn till dawn of the sun
Though the scar is still there
Left to be remembered by generations unborn
The wound is healed!
Copyright © Akadiri Lekan | Year Posted 2007
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