Abdallah Mpogole

Rookie - 3 Points (30, July 1982 / Iringa, Tanzania)

The Secret 27 Number - Poem by Abdallah Mpogole

Its not written in the bumper
They call it a Greater number
From the slums to the high hills.

The Big and the Commander it gets in them,
Alot of Dead game and none to Blame
Its a Temper to the down, Stone to the Town

Carries lot of Gun, Never them turn.
They Plan, A World Plan, Number two and seven.
Wish u've gone, Do not ask me again.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 14, 2010



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