Jammeh and The Greenboys of Kanilai 
   BY MATHEW K JALLOW, CONTRIBUTING WRITER
  I see dreadful shadows under the corner tree 
  Dark silhuette that pretend blood lust 
  Fangs of steel; and piercing blood shot eyes 
  As beads of sweat steak down pale faces 
  I hear death's knock steal through the night 
  The Green boys of Kanilai on the prowl 
   
  I saw her walk and talk to no one in particular 
  Traumatized by the corpse sprawling on her floor 
  
  MATHEW K JALLOW IN ACTION-PREDICTING 
  GLOOMY GAMBIA, UNDER YAHYA'S WATCH
  Her husband is no more; but she kissed her goodbye 
  And held his cold hands for the last time 
  Deep love built by two now forever shattered 
  The Green boys of Kanilai left their mark on him 
  I remember the gracious gait of those black faces 
  The chatter in the market hushed by a parade 
  Sudden death came and went; now only tears of sorrow 
  Why do we deserve this misery Oh God 
  Now freedom lost; and not a voice to hear 
  The Green boys of Kanilai looking for blood again 
  I see a little child who cannot make sense of it 
  A father gone; never to return again 
  To hold, feed you and see you grow into a man 
  The green boys came by and snuffed the life out of him 
  He yearned for freedom, but lies six feet deep 
  The Green boys of Kanilai own the night now 
  The ghosts of Uganda float over our heads 
  I see the hand of Idi Amin spreading across the land 
  From Bakau to Koina; a paralyzing fear permeates the air 
  Whispering voices too fearful to speak 
  The rushling of leaves and the call to flee 
  Kanilai's Green boys on the walk of death 
  No where to run, and nowhere to hide 
  I see them fly in circles above the baobab trees 
  The vultures of prey and the smell of blood 
  Last night we ate mbahal together, and drank attaya 
  Today he is no more; and the vultures circle and wait 
  At night they came and took him away; those men in black 
  The Green boys of Kanilai and terror that knows no end 
  We do not want sympathy; we want only justice 
  And I swear I do not fear the King of Kanilai 
  But, I fear Rwanda; yes I fear Rwanda until the end of time 
  How much longer will this misery last 
  Are we destined to only suffer in silence 
  Will the Green boys of Kanilai still own the night tomorrow 
  Enough is enough; we want our beloved country back 
  No more deaths, and no more torture 
  Sitting sipping, now the Attaya tastes blood 
  There isn't joy; just dry smiles that say nothing 
  The kiss of death marks everyone's spirit 
  The Green boys of Kanilai are painting the land blood red 
  Young brave men it is time to stand up and fight 
  Save our country from this path to destruction 
  Too many deaths; too much sorrow 
  Terror and anarchy; and our land is burning 
  Young men of Gambia; your brothers dying everyday 
  The Kanilai King and The Green boys on the rampage. 
    
Posted on Saturday, April 29, 2006 (Archive on Monday, May 29, 2006)
Posted by PANDERRYMBAI  Contributed by PANDERRYMBAI
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