And condemned me to stick not to a place:
Gathering withering bits of allure
Whilst elsewhere goodness thrives.
I shall not be held in debt
And stick around like a tethered cow
Elsewhere I shall go
after what fate and future hold.
I shall stick herein not and starve, comrade
Once ideals we thirsted for fade
I'll marry this extremists' faction
singing redemption songs anew...
Let hungry chiefs know
Their tongues shall forever not fool us
To stay around; waiting for funerals
We'll be gone on their coming!
(c) wafula p'khisa
And stick around like a tethered cow
Elsewhere I shall go
after what fate and future hold.
I shall stick herein not and starve, comrade
Once ideals we thirsted for fade
I'll marry this extremists' faction
singing redemption songs anew...
Let hungry chiefs know
Their tongues shall forever not fool us
To stay around; waiting for funerals
We'll be gone on their coming!
(c) wafula p'khisa
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