The truth. <br /> <br />Our road was rough <br />between rocks and sands of the Sahara. <br />They all said we couldn't <br />Others summered, 'it wouldnt be' <br />They wanted to harvest where they didnt sow. <br />look at these thugs, thieves, fagots......................... <br />They are like dry seasons when i plant <br />Wet seasons when i harvest <br />Be look at our fruitful garden of love <br />green, colorful and ripe. <br />straight and ready for harvesting. <br />Us the laborer, still strong and willing <br />Shall continue to seed love in our garden <br />its the only investment in this crazy world.<br /><br />kizza michael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-truth-93/
