CRIES FROM THE
Far from reach
Far from oxford street
Agonies are unheard
Pains are not felt
Out of the Savannah I come to tell you this
To all i need some ears
To listen to the songs of the Savannah
In here every blessing seem to be a curse
I look at my people
I look at the land
And I see a great world
But within them they are sorry
Sorry for landing on the Savannah
He looks at the land
Up he looks
And smiles to the skies
With his tools he tries to tilt
But the land won't allow him
He looks up to the skies to beg for mercy
And the land speaks with a dry noise of a hole
So he left in anger to hunger
They hear about the cities
They hear the great things going on
Where most great men emerge
They look round the Savannah
They cry loud
The boys are eager to be great
All they need is a promising environment
They try hard and fall hard
They read much, but seem to know least
Because the foundation was weak
They see education as elusive to grasp
So they cry loud
Mysterious death are seen
Strange things at night
They say witchcraft is real
They play the threatening game
The next morning we gather to mourn and burry
It pushes the youth away
It sends them far
And they never think home
I don't know whether it's superstition
But when they think of their family home
They cry loud
Oh! People of the Savannah
I share your cries
I feel your pains
But I’ve tried in vain
I know I’m far away
And far from your agonies
But as I’m still in my strengths
I will devote it to our struggle
Our struggle for recognition
Where is the love
Where is the world
Are they deaf?
Can't they hear the painful cries?
And also the predicaments
To my people of the Savannah
Your pains are heard.
