They narrate tales of yore

Claiming to our good adore

But they are a bore

They keep everything in their store


They want to put us down

Or send us out of town

Without even a gown

Not even with a pound


The excuses are just lame

As if we are truly insane

To accept this bane

For them it is just a game

No sense of shame

Whatever to have fame

What they need is a cane


But I say, maa bagne

Duma ko nangu

Doo fi daagu

Demal sangu

Te nga taggu

Ndax di nga dox

Nga daw wolla nga yox

Baayil ma suma kerr ngii

Ma ndox suma mbir

Te nga mai ma Jamma

Waaw ak salaam!



Tha Scribbler


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