AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
Yes! i saw it,what? it is
i saw it glow like night fire
that shining the black glove
it will chant her name in mimick
like small child learn the dialect
that had been spoken by her ancestra
i saw it i say
during the inimical antenals of her radio
that present the program of sufferers'suffering
as they are crying through their heartpain
who will help wipe their tears before
it turns to an ocean that will trouble
her old value in great shake
as the old back to odd
and new face towards the nile
fleeing to hide the season of plenty
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