The Set of Betrayal
The politician sleeks up a path in his new limousine
on a hunt a hunt for our votes...opens the door
money exchanges hands... i will see your voters.....
village come the next general elections..Vrooms out...
Such is the fate of ignorant masses.. ..who sell
the soul of the land for a few pitiful dirty notes..
thoughtless humans... whose only claim to reason
is an outstretched hand.. ready to receive peanuts
and vote in the leader - vote in the plunderer...
of our resources- cry our mother nation..
The enemies of my people.. the enemy of Africa
lives in state houses... and runs state resources,
he has powerful masters abroad who-receives the
souls bought from the people sacrificed at the
alter of greed and neo-colonialism
Who will help the dark continent
who will help Africa........ only..
only AFRICAN RENAISSANCE WILL..
A shout out ..for the movement is alive
a shout out .......African RENAISSANCE
Lewis k nyaga
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