BY MATHEW K JALLOW, CONTRIBUTING WRITER

I see dreadful shadows under the corner tree

Dark silhuette that protend blood lust

Fangs of steel; and piercing blood shot eyes

As beads of sweat steak down pale faces

I hear death's knock steal through the night

The Green boys of Kanilai on the prowl

I saw her walk and talk to no one in particular

Traumatized by the corpse sprawling on her floor

Her husband is no more; but she kissed her goodbye

And held his cold hands for the last time

Deep love built by two now forever shattered

The Green boys of Kanilai left their mark on him

I remember the gracious gait of those black faces

The chatter in the market hushed by a parade

Sudden death came and went; now only tears of sorrow

Why do we deserve this misery Oh God

Now freedom lost; and not a voice to hear

The Green boys of Kanilai looking for blood again

I see a little child who cannot make sense of it

A father gone; never to return again

To hold, feed you and see you grow into a man

The green boys came by and snuffed the life out of him

He yearned for freedom, but lies six feet deep

The Green boys of Kanilai own the night now

The ghosts of Uganda float over our heads

I see the hand of Idi Amin spreading across the land

From Bakau to Koina; a paralyzing fear permeates the air

Whispering voices too fearful to speak

The rushling of leaves and the call to flee

Kanilai's Green boys on the walk of death

No where to run, and nowhere to hide

I see them fly in circles above the baobab trees

The vultures of prey and the smell of blood

Last night we ate mbahal together, and drank attaya

Today he is no more; and the vultures circle and wait

At night they came and took him away; those men in black

The Green boys of Kanilai and terror that knows no end

We do not want sympathy; we want only justice

And I swear I do not fear the King of Kanilai

But, I fear Rwanda; yes I fear Rwanda until the end of time

How much longer will this misery last

Are we destined to only suffer in silence

Will the Green boys of Kanilai still own the night tomorrow

Enough is enough; we want our beloved country back

No more deaths, and no more torture

Sitting sipping, now the Attaya tastes blood

There isn't joy; just dry smiles that say nothing

The kiss of death marks everyone's spirit

The Green boys of Kanilai are painting the land blood red

Young brave men it is time to stand up and fight

Save our country from this path to destruction

Too many deaths; too much sorrow

Terror and anarchy; and our land is burning

Young men of Gambia; your brothers dying everyday

The Kanilai King and The Green boys on the rampage.