Wails A Rasta Man

I n I weep ....weep for my people. Brutalised to leave the mother land braving mountains so steep. Oceans so deep. I weep for children and babes lost. On these journeys to South , North , East and West They souls and spirits dammed to become Ghosts. The mother I weep for , Weeps herself too The wicked rape and steal from her causing sufferage in this day and age. So the fault is not Hers ...Its not even the ghosts It just might be the leaders that haunt Haa thats why other continents taunt Thats food for thought.