Just a ‘scud’ shef,
And like a scud missile,
Out of their comfort zone,
We’ll bomb them.
For just a pack of cigarettes,
Like trapped mice,
We’ll smoke them out of their safety.
Just a crate of beer boss
Is all it takes,
For us to be stone drunk,
So that out of politics,
We’ll stone them.
For just some marijuana comrade,
To make our consciences dead,
And the dead bodies
We’ll deliver to your doorstep.
(c) P. Chidavaenzi, 2010
All rights reserved.
And like a scud missile,
Out of their comfort zone,
We’ll bomb them.
For just a pack of cigarettes,
Like trapped mice,
We’ll smoke them out of their safety.
Just a crate of beer boss
Is all it takes,
For us to be stone drunk,
So that out of politics,
We’ll stone them.
For just some marijuana comrade,
To make our consciences dead,
And the dead bodies
We’ll deliver to your doorstep.
(c) P. Chidavaenzi, 2010
All rights reserved.
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