FISH IN THE DESERT-Abraham Gayah
My homeland, a nation of great name
Long living glory- pass glory
People knew me for food production
But now my children lay starving
Can’t imagine how luxurious she was
Her people wore clothes of gold
Her home has been ruined
Her children has turned to slave
In their own home, they resemble strangers
Fish in the desert
The long-practiced culture
The poor old glory of the old men
My native brother can relate
How we enjoy playing the flute
and dancing to the sound of the talking drum
My old masks are now objects of the dump
Our parents don’t care to teach our Dialects
We steal the language of others
The young boys strive for power
Forget the wisdom white hair of the old
He doesn’t care for those who think he wrong
He leads as he wishes
Called his teenage friends for counsel
Even the publican he once loved
He then commands to be flogged
I wonder he is blind behind the crystal Glasses he wears
After all the long venture
Thinking his way would bring the rapture
Can’t we see how we then appear?
Like fish in the desert
My homeland – a nation of great name
A country of free people
The love of liberty brought us here
What about us that were already here
We are fast, very apt to create fame
We care less to know whether nice or spoil
We bled to enjoy this liberty
Minority steals and enjoy at the poor expense of the majority
Our deals are signed before agreements
Living under democratic infringement
From 1847 up till now
We seem to be nowhere, only going down
The desperate expectation of the poor voters
Against the evil exploitation of the rich looters
A weak system that bows to the wicked lords
Instead of upholding and executing the laws
Fish in the desert
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