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Fictional
Let's not brag about begging free
Long gone are the days when tears would drop
We no longer see the light at the end of a tunnel
That s why our eyes are blinded to the truth
As we became night crewers in this cold world
Now we are x men with ragging hope with in
I hope you will be able to tell Wat kind of poem this is
We are like strange doctors who's ability will make you marvel
We have no class rap ! Nor physician captains in America ????
Cause this is Zambia were we only see Mr Zambia
And you vision cant see them unless u are a cyclops they delivered unsaid words of broken Promises
Were we fight like
Unlike Zulu in the battle of the mulatuzi river
Fought for they're right
They traded they're birth right .........
.....so think twice
...Take time to think twice, The haters of joy!
I guess I missed the target In my taught and classes
Looking round my world
To see and hope!
If joy I hope could be clapping In the means of foes!
Hatred grips my grapes
As I soar with sorrows! Finding way to walk
from my mind to soul I saw a deep journey
Tunneling down my dreams With saga and storms
..so let me reintroduce myself
am the last of my kind
I did die i just barred myself in the sands of time hoping some day that I will hear the truth see we were kings and Queens till we turned into slaves in our own houses ??? we are the really misfits we keep shape-shifting like mi stick but we missed the trick the only time we are hero's is when we dream . Cause reality is nothing but a dream ...
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Owen Hamalala
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