Comments about James Bako
Not All Dreams Are Fools
I have just swum through the rivers of seven hues;
while at shore, waiting for clues;
biding me welcome are two black devils,
waging tails, laughing and spitting evils.
What is ready does not delay!
I swam back through rivers like a relay;
these horrible creatures stuck like shadow,
their laughter are as deceptive as rainbow.