PARADISE FOR THE GRENDELS
Standing on the hill of Kilimanjaro,
Enduring hardship for centuries,
Forcefully uprooted from Savannah,
And crying for the moribund race.

Remembering the bootless slavery,
Discourteously displaced and separated from loved ones.
Instill in us, disdain and dishonor.

Many dreams crumbled,
Hmm! Dreams were traded like commodities,
Rights, trampled upon,
Lower classes, made labourers and creators of wealth for the upper classes and the Europeans.

Savannah, enslaved and then colonized,
Colonized, and then left devastated,
With dreams on the journey of no return.
Savannah! Savannah!

Brass are now fraudsters,
Embezzling without queries.
Forgetting their promises to the electorate.
Hmm! What a cruel Savannah.

Savannah's ancestors, watching in disgust,
And their laid effort sleeveless.
The ancestral land is dying.
The brasses forgetting the D day,
Where their wealth will be useless.

I weeped furiously,
From today till tomorrow,
Savannah's misfortunes are unlimited to embark on.
Savannah, the great PARADISE for the GRENDELS.