When we were just kids
We were told some tales
And read some in books
Fairy and histories
Of how twin killings
Were abolished; then
And how the crosses
Became refuge from
Immoralities;
So commendable.
But as at this dawn
Seems histories drew
Wrong pictures of us
Our tradition and pride
Was washed off in seas
Retracing our path
I see strange footprints
Unmentioned in books
Gun powders, claiming
Quadruplets every seconds
We had our monarchy
Running well in ancients
But brainwashed and slaved;
Even shrines we burnt
Turned mosque and church
Chief priest we condemn
Has now evolved
Preaching and performing
Miracles, commanding crowds
Africa gods inside white clothes.
‘I see strange footprints
Unmentioned in books
Gun powders, claiming
Quadruplets every seconds’ Profound!
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Hehehehe
The truth is often hidden and stories are told from a sided view or from a view forced to be believed
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Profound words
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Yeah
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