DREAM WORDS OF THE HEART

"Where the beauty of our senses is realised" by DINESH R MAKWANA

Quest of The Fallen

The road has beautiful ways if only you could see,

That racism, that pain, that suffering can change as there is free,

I was insidious, I was paranoid, I was so, so discreetly insincere,

Those ravenous stolen days of sugar cash with those trips of bribed sunshine and clear.

 

But I could change all that in one foul ominous sweep,

And make myself look like that nasty racist priest in a leap,

Who壇 know the scandalous murders, the tortures, the made up banners,

With my barber, my barrister, my massage desire and can, can tanners.

 

No no, yes yes, the road has two ways,

I know I can change, and it pays,

No no, yes yes, the road has two ways,

I know I can change and it pays.

 

I値l act as though my company knows no other, really no other,

And pretend that all riches will become mighty his and his with no bother,

I値l smile and I値l pretend to frivolously cry, I値l feel sorry,

And when that chime hits red, I値l delay with a hurry.

 

No no, yes yes, the road has two ways,

I know I can change, and it pays,

No no, yes yes, the road has two ways,

I know I can change and it pays.

 

My white skin can be painted, my virtue can be reclaimed,

I only slept with open flimsy damsels and no names,

My ring stays on my finger, so you know that I care,

But lets face it, the road has always had affairs.

 

I値l move to Tangiers, Morocco, Egypt and then Cairo,

And write to her mother with the feather of my biro,

I値l say how sorry I am, I really, really solemnly will,

But then what痴 the point, if I then feel really solemnly ill.

 

No no, yes yes, the road has two ways,

I know I can change, and it pays,

No no, yes yes, the road has two ways,

I know I can change and it pays.

 

Dinesh R Makwana

 

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