I Note That The Africa Loves To

Slogans Can Be Worse Than Swords If They Are Only Put In The Right Mouths.

I Have Been In Sorrow's Kitchen And Licked Out All The Pots. Then I Have Stood On The Peaky Mountain Wrapped In Rainbows, With A Harp And Sword In My Hands.

It Seems That Tears And Laughter, Love And Hate, Make Up The Sum Of Life!

There Is Something About Poverty That Smells Like Death. Dead Dreams Dropping Off The Heart Like Leaves In A Dry Season And Rotting Around The Feet; Impulses Smothered Too Long In The Fetid Air Of Underground Caves. The Soul Lives In Sickly Air. People Can Be Slaveships In Shoes.

There Is Something About Poverty That Smells Like Death.