To Eastern morning blood
And Western noon flood
To sounds of separation
And the pangs of division.

To the nukes and cartridges
And the hateful messages
To the skates on burning ice
In no way a diplomatic device!

To be a bee or squirt a spree
To sting and send shower pee
To roar, ramble and rave
And dig an impromptu grave!

What is the fate of animal high
When he breathes his last and sigh?

nice one boss ,hw tinz sir

Fine oo, and you?

boolet: Fine oo, and you?

am gud ,dey push am sha