THE FAMILY LAND
The pains like a snake venom runs in our bloodstream
Because we, the offspring of these polygamy
Are dejected by our half brothers. And
Like a chased snail, we struggle to climb
As we clamoured for our land, but
No! No is what our drunker brothers say.
Now peaceful violence we resort to,
And the water of fire pipe, we now destroy.
Because we, the offspring of these polygamy
Are dejected by our half brothers. And
Like a chased snail, we struggle to climb
As we clamoured for our land, but
No! No is what our drunker brothers say.
Now peaceful violence we resort to,
And the water of fire pipe, we now destroy.
We become masters to battling and warring, and
The cold iron rod which pukes unseen fire stone, and
Pipes of explosive eggs we employ
Just to table our desire to get a partition of our father's land.
Our brothers tried to get for ourselves this land,
But our step brothers slapped them with death.
Our share of the family land,
We have persistently hammered like a blacksmith
But the drunkers never gave in.
The cold iron rod which pukes unseen fire stone, and
Pipes of explosive eggs we employ
Just to table our desire to get a partition of our father's land.
Our brothers tried to get for ourselves this land,
But our step brothers slapped them with death.
Our share of the family land,
We have persistently hammered like a blacksmith
But the drunkers never gave in.
An island we want to become,
Because like an illegitimate son
We are being denied the rocky diamond throne.
The ozone messiah we patiently await,
To get us this land we crave like water to quench our thirst.
And make plain the mountain of inequality we box.
Severance, our only desire, from this callous drunkers.
Because like an illegitimate son
We are being denied the rocky diamond throne.
The ozone messiah we patiently await,
To get us this land we crave like water to quench our thirst.
And make plain the mountain of inequality we box.
Severance, our only desire, from this callous drunkers.
TOMS

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