The Lost

By Norah -

Makang Norah 

Inhaling the fumes of desolation
Drugged beyond despair, gagging from overdose
The children of Africa still reeling from the effects of colonialism
Sluggish in growth, in advent in development
Woe, woe they cry
Till the sun shall set, till the brave shall rise
Till they say enough, we may never be free

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