O Guatemalan girl,

Ganja, ganja,Dam maro dam,Ganja, ganja tano.Whither the present generation?Lost in ganja,Spirits and stimulantsAnd intoxicants,Where is it going to,Lost in?Ganja, all after ganja,Intoxication cheaply,Romantic heroism,More specially the current generationAfter fads,Modern spirit and temperamentUnable to wait forAnd full of lust and temptation.

Is he seriously ill,Why is he coughingOn the phone? ,I thought withinWhen I called him,Rang I upHeard I the double coughing sound,O, corona virus awareness!Coughed he twiceAnd that too repeatedlyAs a stretch,Showing how ill he was,Sick and ailing,Suffering from,So unwell and afflicted with,But he wanted to say,Wanted to communicate,Pass the message through!

Sleeping and eating,Plucking leaves and eating,Frolicking and rollingAnd playingInto the wildFull of greenery.The gorillas,Gorillas of Rwanda,Dark and black,Human-like,Wild and aboriginal,Ethnic and tribalAnd mountainous gorillas,The gorillas of Rwanda.Walking on the foursWith a larger bodyThe gorillas,Gorillas blacklyAnd furred over the bodyThe humanoidsWild and woodland,Forested and aboriginal.

Let the flower be in full fragranceAnd you see her as a on-looker passing-by.But the dews on the face saddening meAs I myself could not the cause of her sorrow.A man is not a man if comes he in the help of a man seeking for,Love is not love if it si full of betrayal.

And now you are exhausted and gone awayFrom where nobody comesSo destitute and devastated lie I here,My brother, younger brotherPassing away at the age of just 52Which but the tears too console it not.

For saving sacred and sacrosanct love.