But my own people are part of the problem.
We know ourselves andwe know what we are made of,
But to take their tortuous paths is what they want!
And the mayhem do loom on us without hope like,
Life in the traffic and under the footbridges.
For my sorrow i will borrow for the morrow,
And without an arrow i will be at peace with my mind;
But this acts of my people is all about the Elections.
And like the storm-wind called ‘Euroclydon’.
From Libya to Lusaka to take a view on my love;And in the wet dormat valley you will rest with my muse.Glow red like an adult and glue unto my love with blue,For your National Anthem will free my mind;But 1111 is the binary number for 15.Oh what a joy! !And like a predicted peacock;For…
When will i be free without these dead bodies around me?For the bullets and the bombs are killing my people in Libya!And in don’t know when they will be free from all these! !
And Jing is already sitting waiting for them,But i am here with Jake, Afri and Marinela.They are sitting beside me and,We are still waiting for Harrison and Greg;And like all that seen around and experienced,For this Island and the sea of love needs the muse of peace.
For i am very mysterious in many ways!My love is blind but,It will find a way peacefully for you to learn;And like Rimmon and Simmon in the camp of love.I will walk on the red soil of your land and,You will serve me with the red stew of your love;For it is all well with…
I am like a little child but,My words will touch you like a sword!A great earthquake!The tenth part of the city fell;But my love will be for you always.The noose of Sheol coiled around me,But in my distreess i callled to yahweh;And today, i am saved.A string of donkeys,To the weary and weak;But as fierce…
