The night is young,
speaking in their native tongue.
The Natives arose,
as the horn blows.
War has started,
the husbands departed.
Chewaka hugged his family goodbye,
with all the cries he deny.
For this is his time,
to be at his prime.
To defend his tribe,
what a vibe.
He slung his spear,
with no fear.
For at last he knows,
that he is there for his foes.














Comments
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Hows life?
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Remeber the number one thing is:
"To have fun"
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