January 31, 2020/
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Our Country needs a voice Who would not make noise But on whose wise words The cabals shriek like birds Trill and gurgle of philomel Screeching like a young girl Crying as she looks for a way To avenge her tongue cut away Who‘ll, in her name, shout Or even try to move about Travelling with sharp quills And our ancestral poetic skills Touching the hearts of our folks…
