Oh Saturday Mornings! A Time of great adventures, Of Blue Elephants and Pink Giraffes; Of Undersea capers with sponges, Crabs and squids; Of Girls with puffs Who take no stuff;
Now hear from one born into music, christened in music, bathed in music and living music. "Singers share what they live, what they see in everyday life."
What's needed of course Is a powerful force To emulate, with same Colour of skin But the ones in the lead Are swept away by their greed Forgetting their colour of skin
Where there is Love, Hope flourishes. Where there is Love, Hatred dies. Where there is Love, Confidence abides. Where there is Love, Beauty sighs.
Oh how I revel at being a rebel To buck the system and their society Fighting for Justice, against impropriety But;
Don't let petty pile up One on top o' two Till petty piles up And becomes a big brew And you can't tell the what pettiness Started the whole stew So no one looks as petty Or is as petty as you And the anger mounts, And it makes the blood boil And the finger … Continue reading No Anger, No Blood
More people, less food. Less food, more violence. More violence, more bloodshed. More bloodshed, more death. More death, more killers. With the advent of the electorate crying out against political violence, the hypocritical politicians dropped completely or staggered their support of the dons, and in some cases the dons branched out into other businesses and got so wealthy that THEY dropped the politicians. Whichever the case; less food , more fighting, more bloodshed, more killers