MHESHIMIWA

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Mheshimiwa,look
Look at them whose loyalty you have flawed
Look at the one with a fang scar
Look at the one drooling blood
Mheshimwa,the mob is thirsty
Thirsty for your blood Mheshimiwa

Do the mob some justice Mheshimiwa
Give them a medicineman
A healer
Lest they perish from the poison of the fang
Lest they pound you to ash
Ash that they will savour
To finish their hunger and anger.

Mheshimiwa Mheshimiwa
Heed to the cries of your people
Give them back their  earth Mheshimiwa
 Lest their tears curse the soil
The same that's fattened your belly
Mheshimiwa, give the people justice!!!




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