kizza michael - The Truth

The truth.

Our road was rough
between rocks and sands of the Sahara.
They all said we couldn't
Others summered, 'it wouldnt be'
They wanted to harvest where they didnt sow.
look at these thugs, thieves, fagots.........................
They are like dry seasons when i plant
Wet seasons when i harvest
Be look at our fruitful garden of love
green, colorful and ripe.
straight and ready for harvesting.
Us the laborer, still strong and willing
Shall continue to seed love in our garden
its the only investment in this crazy world.

kizza michael

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