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You that breaks our clay *** I come in **** body to gather The remains, a remains tore To pieces o Libya Our laughter shards into cry Our hustling mocks at us Our homestead broke in smoke As we are tools of your slavery Here I stand Here we stand At bank shore of African glory Killed us all enslaved us all Tied us tie me tie we o libyan Push the knife Pierce it I my bones **** my blood it is meant for the ritual To quench you poverty to quench you grief To bring peace and love Here i am a haunting ghost Cant you see The shores The pole Crying Human dying O libyan Your days are numbered The killing must stop Written by Martin Ijir
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
Libyan
You that breaks our clay *** I come in **** body to gather The remains, a remains tore To pieces o Libya Our laughter shards into cry Our hustling mocks at us Our homestead broke in smoke As we are tools of your slavery Here I stand Here we stand At bank shore of African glory Killed us all enslaved us all Tied us tie me tie we o libyan Push the knife Pierce it I my bones **** my blood it is meant for the ritual To quench you poverty to quench you grief To bring peace and love Here i am a haunting ghost Cant you see The shores The pole Crying Human dying O libyan Your days are numbered The killing must stop Written by Martin Ijir
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
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