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Samba Samba

The roaring gun that knew no owners The ghost incarnated in a metal groaning in the Pearl of Africa Terminating the blood f cattle keepers Hurtling the flesh of land tillers Tormenting landless hunters Scaring away lions of Mburo And leaving Mbarara homeless Samba Samba The gun of a dictator The gun that killed Ugandans The gun that liberated Ugandans The gun that we know better As close friend and closest enemy The gun we still carry

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Date: 11/26/2013 9:08:00 AM
Wow nice african cultural poem. Great to read. I hav heard samba here too. Tnx. Indian sis.
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Date: 11/26/2013 11:14:00 AM
Thanks my Indian sis how do you call that in India
Date: 11/26/2013 9:02:00 AM
Samba Samba- the gun for all seasons?
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Date: 11/26/2013 11:15:00 AM
You got right