Treasure Island

Abdallah Mpogole

(30, July 1982 / Iringa, Tanzania)

Living In


I love living in a match box,
no cold in it we live in unity,
the way we lit others they smoke.

I love living into an egg,
no doors in it we live so softy,
when it cracks my fear to the Eagle.

I love living up the trees,
flowers and leaves made a breeze,
when it falls firewood to coock my food.

I love living into water,
swiming and drinking for i to survive,
irrigation HEP and fishing drives me sad.

I love living in the air,
no one could flz to conguer my heir,
pollutants and bombs discourages my fresh desire.

I love living as a human,
trees, water and air for me God provided
i hate destruction but not me, it because of who is me.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 01, 2010

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