Beyond the spreading of nature's anger <br />Beyond the splitting of wrathful thunder <br />Beyond the spitting of selfish bullets <br />We choose to gasp the air that's quiet <br /> <br />Rain's flogging our Hamlet's like brutish boots in charging action <br />Wind rooting our homes like a farmer devouring weeds in rage of frustration <br />But beyond that despairing sweat <br />We choose to gasp the air that's quiet <br /> <br />Every moment we play with, smiley <br />radient wrapping our faces <br /> <br />We dance in and out of the sun, we circle our glamours in the realm of all nature pieces <br />We joyed on the desires of our fears and hoist our worthless bouquets <br />This is what we choose, we gasp the air that's quiet <br /> <br />We have feel the might of the gun <br />We have dwell in hearts of nature's thorn <br />For most of our lives, survival rules our sight <br />But.that will not dragged us off happiness, we choose to gasp the air that's quiet <br /> <br />I heard and saw my brothers clinging to their souls when cyclones of hunger blow <br />I saw ourselves hanging to our skins when floods of corruption risingly flow <br />But brother, we should hold on to our spirit and taught ourselves not to forget <br />With all this odds we will gasp the air that's quiet<br /><br />kemurl fofanah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-choose-to-be-happy/
