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The Infidels

By David Aoloch Bion

Greatest blasphemy and sin

To black race and religion in history of humanity

For wanderers to call black

Infidels or slaves,

Abeed or kadir

To be jihadized or islamized

Wanderers, the hordes of Satan,

Intoxicated with ill-divine cocaine

How can you call black kafir,

When they believe in many gods

And their children believe in Yahweh,

The creator of the universe

Wanderers! Bear in mind that

Nationalism is the mother of widows

Sovereignty is the grandmother of orphans

Freedom is the future of

And hopes in their fatherland

The tears of our people concerning

Outstanding Grievances outside and inside their land

Due to wanderers

Are billions of barrels of petrol to?

Armed forces to keep on fire burning

For next hundreds of years until baobab falls

The upside down, tree fall

And forever

Note; this poem is from the collection of ‘’The Revolutionary Poems’’ published on Gurtong Trust in 2008

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