the world we soon know
no peace for the wicked
in the world of aladdin cave
when are set the world alight
i we be alive an kicking
for those that run amok
i we beg the ancient of days
to give me the angels in the house
i we stand on the side of the angels
i we not become an angry young man
you could seal my approval ancient
i we not argue the toss
under the auspices of God
i we not have axe to grind to her
you could take a back seat in my home i known
have bring home the bacon
whole ball of wax belong to you
we could visit the banana republic
you could become secound bananna in my life
when the band begins to play
i could plead with the ancients of days
for you not to belive then
forbid the banns and forget
they want the bang goes of us
dnt let us face the baptism of fire
our life we be barel of laugh
hapiness success mercy we be ours
we could get to our first base
our journey like a bat out of hell
we could be happy in our journey
under the baton of God
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem