Summer Slam
As the summer result is pass on
Chaos fill's the sky
Chemical gases filling the lungs
Of young life
death becomes the anterm on our lips
With eccos of loud voice
Mixed with tears and pall
Standing by the corner
like what we see on silima
a lot of people falling under
OH AFRICA
Were is our mother's love
that's all we got
Yet stolling by the wings of politics
Caution our ass with fear
boombing become's a must do
to the detriment of our father's plan
Copyright © Anthony Onyeka | Year Posted 2012
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