Ask Me

Ask me Fountain of life word that ran with light. Peer with life sometimes thoughts bleed. I only fear words twisted by the tongue clap in mouth. Reality bite mind. It Provoke instinct of conscious life. Life let the truth bleed. Suffering is the given name poverty. Eyes strike with fear to see the light. Sons cry out loud. Silence is golden. Poverty is a vibe of a young one. Malawi poverty is deriving human soul out of rip cage. Held to breath a soul baby girl sings. Names rings and eyes sees. Poverty dumped men with a root of all evil. That is a jail men rise we need a light. Our daily bread, we pray to seek and knock. Look seven to seven every day. Believe you me life is stoned. Generation need to step men see the light. Police derive men to steel white men owns black men seek. Poverty is punching suffering money is the key. When do men stand? Gave him what belong to him. Gave God what belong to God. Pain is they all belong to him. Should me remain poor or strike. Money is what he own. Look at the style and life as a whole. So should Malawi remain the same? United nation is a name, African union is a pain. Poverty is a stain. Flowing of water under roofing. Fear of safety generated breed, is inheritance accidental. Where do black man stand. Spine in a cord is straight. Nothing but joke John kani said it all. Men learn to stand. Head scan thoughts. Embrace you main brain. Liberty is spoken let poverty be the curse. It’s over now black men stand. Stripe until life erect.