Poetic-Verses
AFRICA IS STILL SICK – WE MUST DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT
All that talk about Illuminati:
Silly, sickening, empty, loud-sounding cymballions
Sponsored by nevagot, while they move rapidly on
Which the African soul bows to
The Amstagram remains the symbol
Of this edict
"Thou shalt love the Lord thy God
With all thy heart,
All thy soul and all thy might
And thy neighbor as thyself"
And the eye above the pyramid of Egypt, a promise:
"About this, we will never forget."
Africa is sick, brothers,
And we must do something about it
It is plagued with witchcraft,
Superstition and every darkness
Yet, the diamond of Swaziland
Settles the dispute between
France and England
Africa is sick, all peoples
And we must do something
It's bruises are curable
To the extent and depth of putrefaction
It is curable, no matter how damnable
With the medicines of knowledge
And the tough tablets of love.
Silly, sickening, empty, loud-sounding cymballions
Sponsored by nevagot, while they move rapidly on
Which the African soul bows to
The Amstagram remains the symbol
Of this edict
"Thou shalt love the Lord thy God
With all thy heart,
All thy soul and all thy might
And thy neighbor as thyself"
And the eye above the pyramid of Egypt, a promise:
"About this, we will never forget."
Africa is sick, brothers,
And we must do something about it
It is plagued with witchcraft,
Superstition and every darkness
Yet, the diamond of Swaziland
Settles the dispute between
France and England
Africa is sick, all peoples
And we must do something
It's bruises are curable
To the extent and depth of putrefaction
It is curable, no matter how damnable
With the medicines of knowledge
And the tough tablets of love.
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AFRICA IS STILL SICK – WE MUST DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT
AFRICA IS STILL SICK – WE MUST DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT
