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bad legacies
You left 1884 behind,
1961 came you misused it
1972, you were doomed
1990, it seemed like joy but no
2016 your people smiled in their death
see the homeless, fatherless,
widows now bury their husbands,
heads rolling in roads that are gutters
People roasted like fish
yet it never mattered to you,
only drinks and women did
See the troubles your children face,
many bellies are swollen,
yet these bellies can't talk,
they fear execution
When shall you correct these
bad legacies?
The desert has visited the grass field
And the hungry mourners are fleeing
Into the hands of death.
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Wafor Nadine nkiesa
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