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I see the joy Of our labour beckoning in the loins of the new sunrise: Landsmen, this old night too shall wither… Then, Karizimbes Shall be Rift valleys & the
Category: Revolutionary Poetry
HE NEVER DIES…HE NEVER DIES…
_(For Osagyefo Kwame Nkrumah)_ And he came And the people’s voice he became And on their lips remained his name And stretched across the earth, his glory & fame And