Being a rich animal,
Is like being a tame animal,
Your money as your owner,
Provides you with such pamperings,
That the very edge of reality,
Would pierce your throat,
And from reality,
None can save,
Not even greenback christ.

Look Up…


A dark sky bleeds clear,

A blue sky bleeds not at all,

Yet the health of the plain,

Depends on the bleed,

Life depends on the bleed,

But when we look upon it,

When we see a brooding

thunderous sky,

Why do we not think of life?

For the source of life is ugly and dark,


Then again,

So too is the death,

Which we must all face.


Nawapa pole wale wote ambao wamehadhiriwa na huu mkasa wa Hurricane Sandy.