Crying in Hiccoughs

The Beaten Pen

12 The Beaten Pen Who swallows not, is soon swallowed, Who bites not, is soon bitten, Whom the gods crown, take the sword, For, once bitten twice shy, But twice bitten, forever beaten. With that our heads screwed their brows, And laid waste the mighty pens, Tom Mboya swam in the Red Sea, And Diallo Telli sojourned in Ethiopia. The masses stayed with sealed lips, As the Pen lost to the sword, The dark ages have engulfed Africa And all we do is, watch and see. The Weeping African Child We owe our leaders nothing, They’ve paid themselves in kind In looting our gold and silver Leaving us to die in want. We owe our leaders nothing Though we must sing their praises We know the cow is milked to death And our lives are brought to nought. We owe our leaders nothing, They maim and kill our dads, In senseless dirty wars ...