I am done with my life here,
Land where all people fear.
Sorcery of politics playing its tricks,
Lawmakers feeding your blood like ticks.
Vagrant is what I need to be,
Unblemished beauty, I want to see.
Beyond the sea I may wander,
The elixir of freedom is what I ponder.
The plains, the mountains I need to see,
Preying of Simba I wish to see.
None to care, none to wait
Like a vagrant I wish to navigate.
Farewell to my many dear
For I know I am done with my life here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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