BEHIND THE SAD MIRROR (MAHAMA)
The cries of the kids sounds mama,
Whiles the sound calling the name of mama's love,
MAHAMA! An emotional found pannery,
As the future is set dark in mama's eye,
A soul has fallen in a dirty mud picture,
On the bloody lips of the hyena you see a dead dove,
Whiles streaming innocent blood drips down,
Through the back palms of the wicked,
Shame painted on the walls of the black town,
Where was the love, he said?
The tears of the kids pours in mama's heart,
A warrior who stood for us is down,
Ahooya!!! As the sweat shared in the morning trainings,
Now left empty at the dock worn out,
The flag raised at the mountain has been pulled down,
Our hunger has tear down the unripe mango,
Now not tasty and wasted to our back tongue,
Shame written bold in our empty tongue,
A nice awaiting fruit we can't replace in shame,
In big voice is now over townsmen with our vilfy shame.
MAHAMA (Tribute)
RIP-CAPTAIN
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