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3rd November
Of a very special injection into my body,
Of the ways of life to survive on this struggle!
For the pain is still in me.
Of a very special injection into my body,
Of the ways of life to survive this pain;
But i will be okay very soon my love.
In this life, the thing for you never lost;
But sometimes, they are really lost forever!
I am like Chief Dishon on this pain and,
3rd November will be remembered;
Because, every country is not easy to live in nowadays.
There are ups and downs and all sort of stories,
There are all types of struggles and pains too;
And where i do live now is full of stories as well.
You can be very rich anywhere on this earth,
For even the pooorest lands still do have rich people within;
And the 3rd of November will be remembered always.
Man has its own land of success but,
I hope that this injection will lead me to Mount Zion!
Oh Zion, come closer to me and lead me on;
For there are still stories all over this place of mine.
poem by
Edward Kofi Louis
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