In earnest beyond the Pings and Bongs of firearms And call to live your life on the ground with raised arms I see one dying
“You only live once.” = “You only got one shot” How did we get to such a conundrum: “You only live once” = “Make
Once I woke in a Bafoussam street which owned my brother’s flat, Cold dusty straight path, with potholes, and the noise of city Bustle, horning
Dear Linux and Afficionados, You first flirted with my ideas in a school club as nonsense from a bunch of computer geeks punching the keyboard
Pride in riches; she called Africa the richest place!
Placing my bets carefully I side with her view!
She then said the diamonds and gold sustain that too!
Too much for me ma’am…but mine’s a different place.
Through the narrow door the red sea screams with the blood of many a human
Who challenged this madness or got sick in these conditions.