Abdallah Mpogole (30, July 1982 / Iringa, Tanzania)
Tell who will come,
If then you have gone,
who will sing our loving tone,
I see no one than you alone.
I know it isn't your plan,
though every living will down,
not that like, down by gun,
It's not yet over, but tell who? Is there to be born?
Who..who will lead us to scores,
none but you who gotta skill of holes,
wake up and tell the son's of hoes,
i know they have done, but here my Arrows.
Who will fight with us,
the war is so tense, no n stopin' us,
iam a fighter always you tell us,
i'll fight in arms and words.
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