PEACE AND POLITICS
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I'm Junubi,
A land of black origin with stories to tell
A land with blessings and curses as well
Junubi is a mother that nurture with passionate tenderness
But who cares much on political awareness
Me, a ruined being in agony
A traumatized lad with scares all over
Is me that the world treated so unfairly
And who sought refuge within my home town
Society can't heal to humanity we're just profanity everything is vanity and no one
has sanity. But when my ink touches the paper crease, I am assured of some peace.
Words can’t even begin to describe
On account of I ain’t no scribe
But I got say
I hope I make your day
When I tell you the truth
You are a hero to all us youth
