Like the Twa, the tutsi and the hutu peoples in the kingdom of Burundi I claim your core
Flawless Dances I see in the Mount of Cameroon, home to the native makossa and bikutsi melody as I realise solace.
Like the worst of the worst…in Mr Obiang’s collage of Equatorial Guinea I refuse to let go
I grumble at my dilute in my advocate’s absentia Mr Haile Selassie for by his tally a panacea was realised for the oldest site of human existence known to boffins, Ethiopia. I should have made mine realised by my solace’s carrier?
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Nice poem boitie, keep it up.please check mine out