Blunt
God lives inside oif you
In that house that is inside of you
He was the path way from the house to the sea
So he can go for swim
Im a hot day like today
And in that se are the tall ships sailing away
Don't you worry because God is very independent
And he likes to do things on his own
The trees are full of coconut
I believe that god will be back
Before it gets dark
God has money with him
He never leaves home without his money
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmm....I'm wondering what the poet speaks of when he says Blunt blues. I think I have an idea because this poem makes absolutely no sense whatsoever!