The shore of Africa is holier than the west
Woodlands of sands flush the fertile sea
Drawing tentacles of colonial thieves
Drawing barbaric notions for terrorism
A weather that flecks pigments of all kinds
Alluvial plains of roses rise above Nile
Ebony texture full with agility
The color black resides in God
Carol of birds chants in my traditional hut
As crystal star light the still night
Our heart is holier than Vatican plight
As god is indoctrinated in extra might
The shore of Arabian gulf
Wields dome of bead of poverty
As the world cry in false mercy
It is the water that drunk our leader's self
As they toil in pilgrimage of self deceit
Followers ignites self discredit
Ready to die and empty self into any pit
They are by products of their fossil wealth
Written by
Martin Ijir
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
The shore of Africa is holier than the west
Woodlands of sands flush the fertile sea
Drawing tentacles of colonial thieves
Drawing barbaric notions for terrorism
A weather that flecks pigments of all kinds
Alluvial plains of roses rise above Nile
Ebony texture full with agility
The color black resides in God
Carol of birds chants in my traditional hut
As crystal star light the still night
Our heart is holier than Vatican plight
As god is indoctrinated in extra might
The shore of Arabian gulf
Wields dome of bead of poverty
As the world cry in false mercy
It is the water that drunk our leader's self
As they toil in pilgrimage of self deceit
Followers ignites self discredit
Ready to die and empty self into any pit
They are by products of their fossil wealth
Written by
Martin Ijir
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