mardi 29 décembre 2009


By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I must strike a balance
And by all means, not later than today
Go and tell him that
Tell him to stop his slander
I have been there before
I have seen it all before
So let him silence that his choir
Let him stop behaving like a lout
Let him come clean and cut.

For a yes or a no
That man would sell his soul
Has he ever cared about anyone?
Let alone himself?
Even when I was at the bank
I heard his so-called sound bites
His velvet sights and sounds
But I tell you what?
He is nothing buy a toothless dog.

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