A Hole In My African Hut

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There's a hole A nasty circular hole on the cracked mud wall of my hut A hole that speaks to my eyes in a brutal language. Because everytime I peep through the hole I see things Horrid things that happen at the other side of the mud walls Abomin...

There's a hole

A nasty circular hole on the cracked mud wall of my hut

A hole that speaks to my eyes in a brutal language.

Because everytime I peep through the hole I see things

Horrid things that happen at the other side of the mud walls

Abominable things that blur my vision

And sounds so horrible my ears tingle 

But I see things because I can't stop peeping...my eyes seeing 

They see hunger victims...the dying peasants...hungry and thirsty 

They see corruption, political hands caressing public coffers 

They see the brutal baton of the police...the bloody bullet from a vengeful AK

They see the degradation of human spirit wrought by poverty 

Poverty so obscene the rodents demand their pound of flesh 

Through the hole on the wall of my African hut

I behold the big bitter tear of a brother in economic quagmire 

And hear the deep despondent sighs of a sister laden with terrible burdens

Through the hole I witness the irate matchete wielding ignoramus 

Breathing murder most foul

A bloody appeasement to a power angry 'president for life buffoon' 

Through the hole on the mud wall

I also espee the exploitation of children

Deep under earth's blistering bosom gnawing for blood diamonds

In bare knackles digging themselves premature graves 

And judicial killings, another horrid feast my eyes succumb 

Guardians of the law clobbering to pulp

Progressive brains of defenceless youth

All in the name of fighting terror masterminds

I see everything 

Through the hole of my African hut...

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