I shall tell you the poem of my people.
In jungle we struggle, with struggle we survive
From AIDS we die, but thankfully more are alive
Baboons, and coons with the help off there spies
They hope to bring our demise
For we are short in numbers and short in size
Everyday when we wake up, all we hear are cries

Struggle is a way of life, we struggle to survive
They arrive in fleets, they butcher us as they see us as piece off meats
But little do they realise this is a land that has never been invaded
For we have always faught back those who have raided
We are the apes of Africa, many off us come from Saudi Arabia
Struggle is a way off living, that's why we migrated to countries like USA and shit

"Spare us a shilling" we say, because we're lazy niggers and we don't know the meaning of hard work
Never the less our children smile in the tears off ape war
For grateful they are even as there dead lay
As we say "when dah war ends we move to usa and marry white woman sheriah law fuck yeah"...

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I wrote this a while ago, considering I am baboon myself it was important to highlight the struggle of my people.
The baboons are intelligent animals of African descent and we invented aids and humans evolved from us and shit.