The bell wasn’t really needed
It began with thudding
Went to clattering
And then advanced to strikes

The march was becoming violent
And though some were innocent,

They couldn’t retreat
As all had become few
And the enemies were right in view.

Death had begun to take care of the situation
Leaving blood at the area of their stations,
And redeeming the tears of the Nation.

Sambisa,here we come,
Sambisa,there they went,
With anger they’d vent-
But see what they’d become.

Living corpse,
Just to rescue a Nation,
Protect a generation,
And scrape racial extermination.

The fight never ends,
Until the bad eggs are broken
And their posts trodden.
Until a recompense is instituted
For the living corpses
About to be destituted.


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