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Black Poet
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Hand Out
IP:
Governed by law corruptions hard core
Civilisation’s soar AID’s left heart tore
The river of death’s shore left lock jaw
Don’t have malaria cure was deaths saw
Beyond the shack I dwell aside living hell
I express my dismay but ended up in cell
Don’t have jail the rebel forces would tell
Beyond the cobble paving dead flesh smell
No enriched soil when water source boiled
World gave Aid but need to feed was in toil |