Treasure Island

MAHAMMA ADRIANNE

(Madrid)

Farewell


Farewell

In all or good conscience I hate to say goodbye
But it is something me can’t help
‘Cos enemies me don’t have
But the components are at loggerheads shifting blames on themselves
Claiming they not one and same and Britain merged them
Are we at the brink of war?
‘Cos you steal and call me thief
And weight of the whole sin sits on my back
Hope it will not break my spine
When the building collapse, the fragements will still survive
So why the hullaballoos and rancors?
Good shall triumph evil whether said or not by prophets
The fragments fared better before and it is okay anywhere they continue from
It is better I divorce peacefully so that you can always greet me

Submitted: Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, September 21, 2011

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