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Bitter truth
BITTER TRUTH Brother, Can I tell you something If you don't mind I know that you too left Your country to come and get Something from the white men You're doing this for people That you will never and have Never met in person There's no respect anywhere In this mansion You work very hard as a donkey each and everyday but they take your work for granted Because they think that you come from dirt and dust You eat as a dog in this coffin But when you used to eat as a king in your homeland You're ever on pressure so as to impress these men who claim to have made this world. People who take you as their monkey. I know that the words from your heart will always remain unspoken and unheard because you're a simpleton from deep down in the bush. And no one knows you, neither do the birds nor the insects themselves. There's no need for this drama anymore. They will try to convince and appease you a million times, But remember who you're And where you grew up from White men are like lizards For when they lose their tails They develop another So, they won't care if you get sick or get any problem, Instead, they will get another donkey to work for them. Remember a graceful cheetah can't become a tortoise. You're living a miserable life and have damaged your soul that medicine too can eradicate. *˘arie bae˘*
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