It's Everywhere
Hunger has got blood eyes.
He's chased and preyed upon the folks here
And assailed even those behind the grocery bags
That troubles me not
So far I'd have palm-wine
To care for my cares
The flu is on the loose again
Now with a bigger flute.
He's lured so many to his court
With his melodious sound
That troubles me not
So far I have palm-wine
To care for my cares.
Futility now walks with barrel.
He's robbed the hunter of his usual gain.
His wail even outweighed the last rain.
That troubles me not
So far I have palm-wine
To care for my cares.
NOW, my palm-wine seller
Raced across my path
With million Debts on her tail
Wearing devouring gapes.
That troubles me a lot
For no palm-wine
To care for today's cares
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