Seven, seven, eight, seven

Seven, seven, eight, seven

A Poem by Adebimpe
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it was election period in the country i live and this campaigner's number was the new song on the streets.

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Seven, seven, eight, seven, sing along to the beat 
Seven, seven, eight, seven, goes the campaign car on our streets 
Seven, seven, eight, seven, politics is a game 
Seven, seven, eight, seven, chant our children at play 
Seven, seven, eight, seven, go their moms and dads 
Seven, seven, eight, seven meow the cats, bark the dogs 

Seven, seven, eight, seven, the little voice in my head 
Seven, seven, eight, seven, I don't know your name 
Seven, seven, eight, seven, my people are like a child 
Seven, seven, eight, seven, a rhyme to sing at the voting booth 

Seven, seven, eight, seven, you can forget us when you win 
Seven, seven, eight, seven, these are just numbers, not promises 
Seven, seven, eight, seven, go my people 
Seven, seven, eight, seven I feel so sad 

© 2014 Adebimpe


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Adebimpe
Adebimpe

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil