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Ntabe Mugalihya Poem
I love the way people think and talk about me
Because I am me
What could they say, if it couldn't be me
Ask me
No answer, you ga get from me
Cause I am me
I love my Enemy
And hate shadow friends with me
It's all about me that's build me
Ask friends who roam with me
Will tell you more about me
I'm proud to be MUTU ?? ?? ??
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Ntabe Mugalihya Poem
Untill when they will be harvesting in you What they never planted
And you keep living by Aid
Africans open your eyes and see
Africa until when your learders
Will stop being killed in vain
Untill when your own sons will be your treasons
Africa open your eyes and see
Africa you are the bough of black color
Untill when your neighbors will stop
Producing lotions to kill your own
Blood by removing their melonum
If Africa could be united
Africans were to be respected
But not living in blame and shame
Africa open your eyes
How can an African be a foreigner
In an African country
And once an African is in Europe is
called a refugee but when a lighter
skin is in Africa is called an Expart
Africans use your ears and listen
When you dreamt of African Great
Great ancestors, you call it a night
mare but when dreamt of Abraham
You say God visited me in my dream
Africans this is a conscious slavery
Open your eyes and see
The one using untreated plants to heal
Someone is called a witch in Africa
But a lighter skin making bombs
To kill thousands of people is called a genius
Africans until when will you leave this
Ignorance and be back to your own culture
Africa open your eyes and see
I am proud to be MUTU ?? ??
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Ntabe Mugalihya Poem
ONESELF
They laugh at me
Because I laugh at myself
I'm not crazy but I'm solace of my self
Never love your neighbor
before you love yourself
Of course a journey of thousands Miles
Can start by one step itself
But for you to go far, you should never go by yourself
Love your enemy as you do for yourself
You will live long if you don't care of oneself
You could never come on earth
If your parents could give no to your birth
They tell me oneself is death
But I never believed because you never loose breath
You never come on earth
And you came not earth
You hear nothing of death
The truth is oneself not a mirth
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