Dig Your Grave
We stand outside the inn
Arua is a kiln
We crawl back in
But we know no kin
Mungu ni mukee!
Bawls Pastor Paddy
From the inside of a robot
Mazarau's robot
When we look outside
and can barely view any clouds
We know this is no place
for normal sons of men
Copyright © Daniel Kakuru | Year Posted 2025
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