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 Return Rating: [input] 1 [input] 2 [input] 3 [input] 4 [input] 5 Comments: Save --------------------------------- Current Rating: Copyright 2006 (c) Freedom Newspaper, LLC. : Powered By PointClick : Terms Of Use : Privacy Statement [input] [input] [input] Send instant messages to your online friends http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com いいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいい To unsubscribe/subscribe or view archives of postings, go to the Gambia-L Web interface at: http://listserv.icors.org/archives/gambia-l.html To Search in the Gambia-L archives, go to: http://listserv.icors.org/SCRIPTS/WA-ICORS.EXE?S1=gambia-l To contact the List Management, please send an e-mail to: [log in to unmask] いいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいい