|
|
What Do I do?
Without knowledge to light my way
Without a pen to write my say
And a plate of rice per day
What do I do?
In a place that’s so bewitched
With economical hitch
And robbers are ready to lynch
What do I do?
In a place full of sycophants
Who care not distort the facts
While beggars are like rats
What do I do?
Without a pen to write
And the strength to fight
So that things may be right
What do I do?
|
1
Mots-clés
Debes ingresar al sitio con usuario y contraseña para agregar etiquetas.
|
Profil de l'auteur
Nasidi Adamu Yahaya
L'usager n'a encore rien écrit dans son profil de Panorama.
|
Commentaires
|
|
