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security officers abusing people in the pretext of carrying out their responsibilities |
| The land of no problem Pervert the stuttering bullets By their precocious sentries Along the Denton Cross Leading to the capital I the cub swear by The moon and the stars in the sky I can quake the soil If not for the lioness and the smaller cubs "BRO, FANLA BANJUL YORU" Grabbed me at the wagon's far left We marched and hulted for years As i visited death and alive But we still stood still Having open my eyes It fell on a bending pole of wagons Crowling like a wounded python " AWANSEL GAINAIKO" was the next roar After the sentry brightened the front seat With his three dalasis flouriscent Having attempted to bark An insurgent i was lebelled Who should fish for power and knowledge Anyway, a she-goat on labour Suddently freezed Upon reaching RVTH What a misfortune shame |