FAITHLESS PACKED DRY GIN.
That a human being would die alive
Like a thunderstorm striking the bull
The vacuum heads're found in dark hell
From the corrupted world of fair madmen.
Family's eyes would find refuge to thee
He was Professor in Engineer and Maths
He was poor morally and self awareness
Viroba was his meals and found a fair rest
The country's lamenting of personnel lack
For energy is dying of gins and to the AIDS
Ganging, robbery, terrorism is rampant
The world is not at rest, but in instability
Road accidents, awful and fake surgeries.
All and sundry, say NO to drug trafficking
Spare health cancer, let tranquility dwell
Let women, men stop addiction to religion
The world will be the pearl, peace island.
Hakuna maoni:
Chapisha Maoni