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The Lost
Nation
By Abdoulie
Jallow ( Bambalaye)
T’s the most peculiar of this
lost Nation
That nothing can be seen but for wonders
Where prostrate souls
are drowning in numbers
At the peak of noon and night in their
slumbers.
T’s the most peculiar of this lost nation
Where the wicked
spirit-provoking rancor
Inspiring sins and rewarding malice
Of those whose
brains might as well be in a chalice.
T’s the most peculiar of this lost
nation
Where the steed of arguments will stumble
Whence the blades of
allegations fail to be humble
As if seeing the signs of the big fathead
tumble.