oUR gIFT; oUR cURSE - (dAMNED bLACK gOLD)
oUR gIFT; oUR cURSE – (dAMNED bLACK gOLD)
Mama, to obey your call we have arisen, From our back-acheing comfort, for a reason, Which runs deeper than the Congo river basin, Its the tears of your children in straits dire, compounded by the deception of the political liar Who, your name, keeps denting in the mire.
Mama, I was not during the boom, Same canker that ate up the fruits of your womb For the later generations it’s all doom and…
View On WordPress








