AT THE SOUTH OF TURKANA
AT THE SOUTH OF TURKANA Hiking in fields of bandits Bullets covers covering the grounds Dry land but there's something to steal No one crys, they dance Day and night to the tune of guns Everyone survives but anyone can die The rain of bullets triggers warm cold At night in bed The rain of bullets sends goats Cattle and camels flying over The mountains and valleys In the rain of bullets every male Swims in it , young or old The rain of bullets renders women To be men girls to be boys The rain of bullets renders Homesteads empty and deserted It's only hiking day and night At the south of Turkana.