Song of a Brother

November 30, 2011
By DijaT BRONZE, London, Other
DijaT BRONZE, London, Other
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I’m speaking for the continent
Trying to cure its incompetence
They always fight and kill
With no time to chill
In Africa the guns the king
And it constantly sings
It doesn’t take a breath
Just brings my brother’s death
Come and see the warriors
But don’t try and be their saviour
And if you decide to join the fight
Remember to hold on tight
Because God won’t save you
But he might just spare you

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