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By: Jonathan Tafreg


Keep preaching your peace,

While people are fighting war,

One thing you don’t understand.


You want holy kiss,

Your mouth full of neither nor,

This too you don’t understand.


Your belly don’t miss,

You want us to suffer more,

But still you don’t understand.


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Jonathan Tafreg is a Tanzanian poet, singer, novelist, linguist and a teacher. He was born in 1985 and studied Bachelor of Arts with Education from Teofilo Kisanji University and graduated in 2015. He has taught English language in different schools and colleges across the country and has written dozens of books and pamphlets about English Grammar and Literature. He is the Pioneer of Tafreg Heritage English Academy.

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Post by Jo Africa on Sat Oct 06, 2018 12:23 pm

We can’t get the money – Allah!
Because there’s no money – Allah!
And if there’s money – Allah!
Is not our money – Allah!


Bones for poor, flesh for rich
Take your water, I'm not a fish
Don't forget this in your speech
I'm still a poor man.

They say we have many parks, 
They say we have many trees, 
They say we have many mines, 
I'm still a poor man.

Children are sitting on stones, 
Neither chair nor desk in schools, 
And you promise better life, 
I'm still a poor man.

In the North is Afro top, 
In the East Erythraean Sea, 
Inland we have many lakes, 
I'm still a poor man.

Graduates don't have a job, 
In the office all your friends, 
And you want my vote again, 
I'm still a poor man.

Marijuana is what you see, 
But CORRUPTION down your feet, 
In the school they're selling names, 
I'm still a poor man.

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