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popeblack
I live under the clear blue skies of the pearl , born and raised. The mountain Elgon nurtured me and stills feeds my people the Bamasaba.
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How do you want to die?
You are given the choice of your death. What do you pick? Why? Does it work out the way you hoped it would? Tag me in the comments.
popeblack

I Don’t Want To Die

I don’t want to die

But when my time comes

I still don’t want to die

Perhaps its true we shall all die

But when my time comes

I don’t want to die

I want to live

And that is how I want to die

Still living.

popeblack

From Man to Animal

When the world was flat we built the great wall,

When the world was flat we build the great pyramids,

When the world was still flat we followed prophets and crossed the Mediterranean on foot,

When the world was flat we were one race,

When the world was flat we were brothers!

But when the world became round we started the first great war,

When the world became round we forged another war, the second world war,

When the world became round we created racism

When the world became round we created Nazism

When the world became round Africa was raided and rounded up,

When the world became round slavery became an honest trade,

When the world became roumd Apartheid was legal and a law unto fellow man,

When the world became round we were no longer brothers,

We pointed fingers and ran to our little hideouts and made nuclear arsenal,

And made pacts under the guise of peace and freedom.

Should the world perhaps be as it was, flat?

popeblack

On the Street

Listen to the beat of the street

Listen to the cry of the weak

As they walk this January heat.

Bless them they are sons forgotten

Bless them they are daughters taken

Ours is the anthem of the fallen

The ship that sailed ice, frozen