Look at me
\nLook into my eyes
\nAnd what do you see
\nJust one pair of eyes
\nI reckon
\nBut what these old eyes see<\/p>\n
Is Africa disappearing
\nOur habitat is going
\nAnd this should be your wake up call
\nLike the river its not flowing
\nI scramble on the river bank
\nA few pools all thats left
\nAnd I am from the famous Massinda tribe
\nfeeling bereft<\/p>\n
The aridness is worrying
\nWe are losing
\nour identity
\nAnd all this is true
\nAnd a deep sadness from my heart
\nWhich some are clueless too
\nTranscending the reality
\nOur supremacy once was
\nA place of regent wonderment
\nAnd now really because<\/p>\n
Man un kind is at it
\nThere is no order anymore
\nIts conformity or nothing
\nWe are numbers now for sure
\nWe are an ephemerality
\nAnd fragility thats all
\nWe are now flying fugitives
\nExpected when they call<\/p>\n
Posterity might see us
\nStuffed in some American place
\nOur bones shipped off to china
\nGround up and the disgrace
\nOf being taken orally
\nBy the sick Chinese who
\nImagine that our powdered bone
\nIs their permanence come true<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Look at me Look into my eyes And what do you see Just one pair of eyes I reckon But what these old eyes see Is Africa disappearing Our habitat is going And this should be your wake up call … Continue reading