VOICE OF THE SOJOURNERS
By: Lateef Adewale

For how long have we been here
Waiting hopeless for a death so near
We have lived in distance
Far from our usual caring stance
Are we prepared for the last
Our realm begging for mother's fast

We have lost the war
Not even a courage to make a gruelling roar
In our blood their glory
In our tombs our story
Not our cry will fill their thirst
Not our plight will calm their wrathing chestl

Oh! The madibas,
How ingrate your selfish lands
How bereaved your story stands
You? the late night LovePeddler
Hoping to moan to your master cock on the western shore
You biting fast more than you can chew
You have baked more solid , and you don't have stew

If not for Mandela, I doubt you an hero
You have laid many eggs you can't hatch
Jost many winds you can't catch
Kudos!
You are staging war in your comfort zone
Flesh on sojourners in your mad mother tone

If not for d rain that mix birds with hen
If not for the thiefcians wobbling our own tent
Who will Friend with beasts
Uncultured animals with such a terrible mad genes

#Say No to Genocide # Say no to Xenophobia