أبو مُحمد
03-12-2008, 04:09 PM
A man of WORDS and not of deeds
is like a garden full of weeds
And when the weeds begin to spread
it's like a cloud above your head
And when the cloud begins to fly
it's like an eagle in the sky
And when the sky begins to roar
it's like a lion at ur door
And when your door begins to crack
it's like a stick across ur back
And when your back begins to smart
it's like a penknife in ur heart
And when ur heart begins to bleed
you're dead and dead and dead indeed ...
A poem i 'still' remember from the good old days!
I think it is from a book titled Ballad for Africa
is like a garden full of weeds
And when the weeds begin to spread
it's like a cloud above your head
And when the cloud begins to fly
it's like an eagle in the sky
And when the sky begins to roar
it's like a lion at ur door
And when your door begins to crack
it's like a stick across ur back
And when your back begins to smart
it's like a penknife in ur heart
And when ur heart begins to bleed
you're dead and dead and dead indeed ...
A poem i 'still' remember from the good old days!
I think it is from a book titled Ballad for Africa