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MY PAINS by Ken Mamman

I hear cries everywhere
At night I sleep not
In the day restless I be
I see the homes of me families
Turn to shreds

Blood suckers everywhere
On our lands

the  lads cry for mama’s breast
But mama is gone
Gone so far that we see her not
Daddy is cold, no warmth for him

Oh I cry fr my beloved land
Where peace and joy
You can pick on the ground
Now you find them no more

I cry for home
I miss the love at home
The peace at home
I miss the beauty of home
BRING BACK THE PEACE

 

Author: Ken Mamman

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