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The land weeps
Men with horns
Men with guns
Men with whips
An army of beasts
Tyrants play god
Fields wet with blood
Kings keep mum
While they murder your mom
They raped your daughter
We heard their heathen laughter
You stare with gaped mouth
Crisis in the north
Crisis in the south
Your rice is gone
You run run run run
But how do you flee a gun
With bullets like rain
No you do not escape the pain
Still the land weeps
People wey no see go hear
Lovely piece.. Telling the story of war
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