Bob's Pound

Now,shall we sing your song
In oases round the earth
Where,glowing orbs in shady halls
Rolling hips, painted lips
Announce with distanced faith
"We are the world..."

No,it won't be your crown,rugged priest
Though princes snicker at your snickers
And hallowed monks on hand,
Swear at your loosened cuffs
Your nimbus 'round shaggy locks 
The misty tears that would not drop
To wet the rough droughty plain 
Drinking pain in place of rain

Sweet choir at our festive Mass
Droning birds swirling dust
Bringing only,so much grain
But plenty more in hope and love
To a world of cheerless seasons
From saviours with kindly reasons
Leading them a Boom town saint
In jeans, with guitar and song

God bless you, Bob Geldof!

inspirationalode

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