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QUEST ‘ION
candles in the wind
little boats in storms and oceans
the hangman's noose
the desperate innocents
sounds to words
pen to paper
sticks to daggers
in anger we protest
this enslaving we reject
the police today
murder our tomorrow
and dem politicians
measure us intelligentsia
against the light of their loot
go away military! we said
we want a breed of our own
how sad when we realize
its still the same greed
in our type of garb
and still that’s not the height of
our sorrow
we try,
we hustle and we bustle
but realize we still have to borrow,
our lives,
our seeds, our wives
their soul we nourish with crumbs from a rich man's table
what can we do?
for silently we die
bearing our sorrows
'cos in diaspora
they say it’s much poorer.
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