Coolie Masala

Those motherfuckers Here in Canada, he said They don’t cook masala Because the landlord says That it makes the house stink And the neighbors complain Now, what kind of Coolie are you If you dont cook masala? I am a born Coolie man I cook masala, I eat masala I smell masala I want my […]

Posted at 3:04 am on oktober 13, 2015 | Een reactie plaatsen | Filed Under: English Poetry, Poëzie Algemeen | getagged: , , , , , , , , , | Lees verder

Here Freedom Reigns ~ (Jamaica)

Visiting Bob Marley’s shrine In the hills of St. Ann parish We pass through a vast network Of country roads and settlements Where the law doesn’t show face Here, between banana trees Ganja is found openly and freely On street corners even Little white girls are getting high On big joints and Reggae music While […]


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