They will never know
The ruin their wicked hands had done
On the destiny of this world
For every young soul that depart this world
Through the tragic exist into the transcendental glades
A part of the future dies unredeemed forever

Dunga!
The son of Atandi
You are that little bird
That will never learn how to fly
You are that little lion
That will never know how to roar
You are the lightening
That came unnoticed
Without thunders nor storms
You are warrior whose blade of valour was taken

Dunga like Dube, like Fosun,
Like the thousands of millions
Who all died in their prime
Is a victim of the gods of power
Those drunk from the gouge of wealth and plenty
Overflowing with the blood oozing from innocent skulls
Those overfed with the flesh of the oppressed
Who stole ballots to sit behind secured walls of lies
You are a victim and so are we
We did not start this war we are fighting

Dunga
I stand before you grave to remind you
Your father placed a knife in your coffin
And your mother a passel of gun powder
They said before you turn your back on them forever
And reunite with the world where you are bound
Fight everyone who had a hand in your death
Haunt them to make their world a hell
In their castles of peace
Break their bones
In their bars of wine
Burn their barns
Burry their homes in anger
Forever!!!

© Olatuja Oloyede

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