Am in a fight with them,
All that have lost their hope,
And have let their buttons lose,
They have scattered seeds of death,
Carnations sprout, and we laid wreath!
Am in a fight with them,
All that have faked love,
And have trespassed my innocense,
Running away with pieces of my heart,
Scared of love, and tonight am going out!
Am in a fight with them,
All that have sold my country,
And have made my future a bounty,
The same old cars coming in new rims,
With no future, but i still have dreams!
Am in a fight with them,
All who have failed to say this,
And now that i have said it, guess,
That they spread a word or maybe back-bite,
A distressed persona, I over-sleep to date!!
Monday, August 13, 2007
Right to Fight
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Am in a fight with them,
All who have failed to say this,
And now that i have said it, guess,
That they spread a word or maybe back-bite,
A distressed persona, I over-sleep to date!!
I love your poems and welcome back, kwanza the above para just ticks me kabisa.
Hey, love the second to last para, those who have sold my country.... same old cards coming in new rims... great! Speaks to my revolutionary soul.
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