The Gambia My Motherland

The Gambia, My Motherland
How I weep for you
these tears are not of joy,
for you have let the enemy in,
they brought disaster to your shores.

The Gambia, My Motherland
How I weep for you
The pain you must endure.
For all those dead have,
come to you under burdening
skies.

The Gambia, My Motherland
How I weep for you
Who has put you through this Hell?
It has no face,
I cannot tell,
It's here in space,
the Dawning was its place.

The Gambia, My Motherland
How I weep for you
Your skies have turn to Black
The Peace and Security you seek,
has now suddenly turned its back.

The Gambia, My Motherland
How I weep for you
My tears are not of joy
I pray for you,
my heart opens too.
You may find Peace within.
When your dead are buried and
your revenge has its reward
Come together
Powers of Faith
Come together
Almighty hand and rest upon us
from this mighty land.

Give us your Peace.
We ask thee now
Give us your Peace
We ask how?

The Gambia, My Motherland
How I weep for you
In time of trouble,
what is it can you do?
Your borders closed
turmoil enclosed
The sadness fills the air.

For Peace is fleeting,
The enemy has come there.
Your golden arch is dim.
Your Eiffel black with sin
The City of  Lights
are in the shadows for his mighty
hand has struck.

Peace you may ask,
Revenge your reward.

The Gambia, My Motherland
How I weep for you
For can we say, no more, no more?

©Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet