JUNGLE.
Human identity is lost,
lost for he carries no image of Jah.
He who created him wonders, haah!
Love wrapped with him is lost.
Those holding braches are blind and ghosts
Where is the hope?
Why did they entrust you for a rope?
Walk your talks.
What a pain to the little ones!
innocents are they named nonsense
how do you carry others burdens?
Treat the little ones with love
and never be an obstacle for the above,
for they will haunt you and your kins.
Try harder to make nobody shed his tears.
Walk your talks.
Call them poor, but deprive them not happiness,
Every tear and mourn by your disappointment shall be wetness
A deep wound and pain you caused them shall be healed.
What a while does it cost you to be considerate?
Your stem will take you nowhere, have compassionate
Yes, they’re poor in your thinking, treat them with love
Never let your tongue hurt them
Let’s walk our talks.
Yes you have caused them humiliation, you’re done
You have engulfed them but together they can.
With their tones so shall they have fun
Never be unkind and inhuman
for you look faddy-daddy in that outfit
Dress yourself a proper identity
and brush you teeth thoroughly
Ok, let’s watch and walk out talks.
By Edith Benedict
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