In the queues street of African giant
Intruders invaded the virgin forest
Harvesting our milk and honey
Who is to interfere, the military?
We need help
But have no voice to cry out
Second colonization would have been an option
Because we couldn't stand up as a nation
Corruption and bribery crowns the elephants
Flourish are our vegetations
But harvests are done by the few in suits
BY Louis icon
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