Am tribal For they presumed and i assumed Deep down i thought i was in control Batting the wind and the stealth stealing voices The hands were weak to deal a blow to the stealing voices The later waves were more weaker than the former Leaving my stomach unguarded, not only feeding my mind and heart Am weak and feeble Deteriorating physically and spiritually The springy steps i had no more Limping sprightly amidst the call of nationalism and patriotism For many are the summers we have waited for For the flowers no longer blossom Embers of hope waiting to be rekindled For am I tribal? For the presumed and i assumed
Posted on: Tue, 01 Oct 2013 08:59:29 +0000
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