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Real song of freedom we hug,
I refuse to let our flag drop.
Drumming best for our nation,
Touching us through our motherland.
Hail to fuse our hearts with shocked,
To wake up with news of private chats.
Sharing pictures with colleagues,
It’s making my heart shaky,
With the hall to ignite flames,
Mangrove swamped victims become shamed.
The Gambia is shown through our palms.
True love for your brother should be our “Gamo”, Left alone with a big “Hammo”
Our Strength, quest to stitch our clothes,
Instead, we tearing down each other,
wrapped it close to our waistband,
But many of us quenched to look disguise,
Thee shall be judged through your deeds.
Give your neighbors advice.
Politicians are wifi,
They would come and go like day and night
But humanity will standstill.
know how to connect to their network.
Hold flat to your blog,
Accurate information is requested,
Many found to be so corrupt,
Money has taken our eardrums,
Paying patriots with kickbacks,
To suppress the system with rotten bats.
Our children have made it a landslide,
Exposing inmate privacy chats,
We must seek to regroup our short sights,
Politics could be of surplus,
To develop and bring in new ideas.
So hold your information tight to your chest,
People have lost the trust they fetched.
#Nakalapoems #TheAlkambaTimes
