When Is Our Independence - Poem by Adelami smart
Tears of the sun,
Grin of the moon,
Diversities of political warmth,
Sojourn in cave,
Hampers of labour
When is our independence? .
Lemme pilot you to the ages, of our fathersars,
Under the skirt of dinosaur,
Monarch of their legitimate administration,
It's now corruption of lizard chiefs,
Money Barry in their sweet cases,
Onion and vegetables saints,
Culminated inquisitor frogs,
Skirmished with our comrades,
under calamitous heaven,
Stool to MR White
Death of innocent commoners in roadwill
Due to disease, scarcity of coins,
Liquids under your pillow,
Venuse in casket,
Darkest logo on our faces
When is The independence?
The sun kisses our hard labour, regretful dances round our pitiful eyes,
Vegetables in coast, our Tears quench the sea
When is our independence?
My train trails not in vane,
Bangers in the rain
Gestures of my grand parents,
Philosophy of democracy blur
Hell! ! ! With your helmet.
Accolade of elite,
Reprobation of peasants
Racism grim and proliferate,
Why where the do-gooders dead?
why the ancestors fret?
We probably under political bondage,
When is our independence.
When is the independence,
Even the pioneer nit-wit had signed,
Ho! ! ! Heavenly bencher,
when will the dasty tunnel loss?
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