Come with me to the land
of the deaf where anything
goes in sentimental swings
and the old, forced brands.
Come with me to the land
of the timid where every word
from a faceless band is a chord
to be sung for the records.
Along with me, come...come!
Come see how they wallow
all day long killing past fallows
bungling today and tomorrow.
Come along...for a moment
pull-over and let's sleep over
these dingy ways out of cover
roller coasters all over.
For a moment...stop and flash back
and peep at passion for true leadership
you will find a gulf from passion and commotion.
It dawns... in every moment; waste and ruderlessness.
Copyright: Fresh Angle International (www.freshangleng.com)
ISSN 2354 - 4104
Sponsored Ad
Our strategic editorial policy of promoting journalism, anchored on the tripod of originality, speed and efficiency, would be further enhanced with your financial support.
Your kind contribution, to our desire to become a big global brand, should be credited to our account:
Fresh Angle Nig. Ltd
ACCOUNT NUMBER: 0130931842.
BANK GTB.
×
![]()