The Burned My Fatherland

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Here we have made our home.
Sons of my country’s birth
All gone for a fare.

Here, amid some many black sons
Brother and I were birthed,
For we were given to taste what
Pain engulfs in my fatherland.

Right here, still in this dungeon
I waved a bye to mama, and now,
O’ now, life’s slim for my brother.

With ravaging footprints
On the palms of our soil
They came foiling our land
Leaving our wails to travel the air,
Then, they burned my fatherland
O’ yes! They burned my fatherland

O! I am soaked in the well of pains.
Will I ever play football anymore?
For right in this dungeon, all is gone
Save dying brother and I.

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