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.
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