My mother's land, a land of tears;
where fear grips the heart,
where death has chosen as it's bed
and leave nothing but sorrow to bear...............
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In your misery, all i wished for was a passage into Africa.
I heard them scream 'push', and yes, you did.
You pushed me into Africa, mama.
I felt your joy when you heard me yell.
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My Mother's Land
My mother's land, a land of tears;
where fear grips the heart,
where death has chosen as it's bed
and leave nothing but sorrow to bear...............
I hear the foot steps of soldiers parade;
i sense war, and yes! No doubt, it's war.
I see death par ambulate on door steps,
waiting for someone to welcome it......
Our river banks are going dry;
tears seizes to dry up.
I fear death, but it has no fear for me.
Death chooses to make friend with me;
o! Poor me.....
My mother's land, a land where people come and go,
where people buy & sell, where people live & die,
where people struggle for a living.
Where birth & death plays the cat and dog.