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Don't wanna know how the sun
Travels round the moon.
And seriously speaking, I'm not
In the complicated mood
For a geography of tall stories.
I'm bringing my theory
Down to earth,
To us grounded in a hearth.
I'm all about the chemistry
Of self-annihilation
I'm up for a study in human tragedy
On which the race of man is sprung.
Bring out all the bombs
Throw some Uzi in the lineup,
It's the school of hard knocks.
Love don't live here.
This is where gore rocks,
Where pregnant women flee for fear.
Here it's ok to kidnap girls for ransome,
To hold school boys hostage
Even if it's just to prove a point.
Hope we still on the same page?
In point of fact, why not lose the book,
We all know these things get cooked?
Let's do this by word of mouth,
Why the river of humanity flows south.
We slot peace in the ballot box
And then harvest absolute bollocks.
It's trend of the time
And we blend 'n grime,
Now here's something we gatto do
This depends on me as you;
Shoot your hands in the sky
If you've seen enough people die.
Akpan
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