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We are scattered amongst the sons of Earth Being punished for having built “The Tower of Babel” Our root amongst these sons We can hardly tell As for our first

Where are the days, compatriots of mine when we consistently bore our freedom in mind When our colonizers reigned we passionately desired freedom but where have we thrown it now

Крugh! Kpugh!! Anger of the gun Coming to burn Hunting to kill They bring rifles Knives and matchets Like in the days of old They rush upon us unawares Burning

Stars never appear at noon And so is it with the moon It’s at the beginning of night When they give light It is incredible to see a sheep in

Sometimes the only way to heaven is through hell Coconut has breast full of milk But its skin is made of rock-like shell Sometimes life is full of danger Like

We lived for yonks In peace and tranquility We lived safely, in a world so friendly Omniscient of peace We knew no calamity Until you came and banished goodness You

To succeed Talk less Think more Be serious Not jealous Hard work brings achievement

Po empty soul Lifeless Po tree trunk Branchless Po thick branch Leafless Po tree root Trunkless Po ate tree: Leaves, branches, trunk, a root; deep down the sea, tapping eloquence.

Glittering prodigious Lady, Rules over the night Disgracing darkness Chandelier, Glamouring Diamond Graces the ceiling over earth Her merrily night stroll Keeps all eyes agaze All hearts awake. For children,

Imprisoned in darkness Ditched by words Deep in silence Divorced by mobility Ably naked Stripped of livelihood Now adorn the pathway of smoking horses Conjuring spirits for trade in alms.