All Glory.

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Every soldier leaves home for a campaign

Not sure for how long and to who’s gain

Whether they return or not matters less

A choice to remember every loss but theirs

All I want to know is this,

Who gave me a wooden sword and a sad horse?

These generals disrespect me.

Who took away my silver boots and gloves?

But they don’t know a fraction of me!

I am no soldier. I take no human order

I am more of a warrior. Sorry Sir.

Take your horse and silver

I have a skin that eats from the sun

I have feet that feed from the earth

I have my scars as wings

And a desire. Like fire, incorruptible.

The Fathers of my land stand by me

The Mothers of my land feed me

I am her Child. Her Son. Her warrior

To her glory I write. Glory to Africa!

Mother,Teacher,Healer,Father. Glory!

All glory.

~Koome Manyara~

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