Bombs they blow stuff apart
Concrete, bricks, cars, and people...

Give me a break!
I am stepping outside of the planet for awhile...

We punt with what we have, no more
What can we do...

Me and my photo album
Pictures are superior, digital will have to do...

I am another kind of drum, beat me.
Floating about the back waters of this mind...

The poet in me has died
I scratch around in the recess of my mind...

Flip flop like a fish out of water
I am dying from the inside out...

Call me names if you will
So dam what...

All my life I have loved this land
But it is a land in an endless rage...

Two by two they climbed the stair of Noah's ark
That is God's plan my friend...

The inner me longs for nature deep
Dawn a winter's day on the high-veld...

GUNS
What is it about people with guns...