THE ROOT OF THE UNKNOWN GUN MEN
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When we spoke gentlyĀ
They listened not to our voice with laughterĀ
Sad complaining voices of beggarsĀ
They abandoned us to staggerĀ
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When we cried roughly of our torments
Ever increasing from the start of thingsĀ
They watched our large mouths to hunger and shaped off the laughter of our big childrenĀ
Who will render to help Us?Ā
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We clamoured and murmuredĀ
Complained and maintained
They blocked ear to our pitiful tears
Which grows in us like a tumour in the white depth of our plaintive throats
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Our dead bodies have have come up with the dead buried in the grave but our souls cries out for vengeance for we are fathers and mothersĀ
Brothers and sisters buried in years backĀ
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We cried to the government when we were alive with our clumsy voices
But they were deaf to our criesĀ
They destroyed our hope of living with their promisesĀ
They destroyed our markets which is our only means of survival left they vows hanged on the airĀ
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Because of them,we diedĀ
Because of them, we left the earth,
Leaving our cries on the air, on the water and other land for our sons to hear and trace.
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Now they have traced it and have chosen to adhere to our cries
To avenge the government in repay of their deeds to us
Our sons are the UNKNOWN GUN MENĀ
Who have chosen to wipe our tearsĀ
For the happiness of their generationĀ
They watched us suffered when they were smallĀ
They depended on the promises of the government which led to the lost of their love ones and now they have chosen to avenge their deathĀ
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This men can be your neighborĀ
They can be your friendĀ
They can be your siblingsĀ
But they are on a mission to avenge their death of their love onesĀ
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