"as today molds, its a preparation for its death. a death that gives life to tomorrow, a death that keeps yesterday in its choice of exit..."
A river of life
now flows with blood
a darkness that broods
over the waters of gold
These hands beg for alms
my alms a fight for peace
for this land I desire justice
with eyes full of tears
for which non can replace
It’s now or never
do, die or remain silent forever
these conditions a mockery
rags of poverty in exchange for my wealth
a design for disaster
a rape of glory of the Niger area
at the place delta.
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