We smile big grins. Like Uncle Nuts R.I.P. taught us. Do we look worried? Are we standing against a wall trying to look suave with our arms crossed. Are we so serious as to not make fun of those who hold the cards. Did our mothers and fathers struggle to make a better life for us so we would comply with the leaders in this cruel unjust world?
Did the child growing up in Mumbai born into poverty look over the wall and see us being a servant to the same bully that holds his future in his hands. We cannot make it easy we dont comply equal rights and justice for all the children on this earth is possible. There is no need for poverty on this earth. There is no need for any war on this earth. There is need for MORE love MORE forgiveness and MORE fun. More you more me dare i say reaching a transcendental state of pure bliss…..
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I take terrible pictures but it is important to get some moments quickly and to speak honestly. Before time fly’s and passes. The above I talked about last time we did it this time. Many voices spoke some real TRUTH.
Uncle Ron tells it like it is. He knows the game of life is a pure hustle and the cards are stacked against the poor and the uneducated those torn apart nations that carry some pathetic colourful rag and want to die for some pointless cause. Some bit of earth that they claim is there’s. Whilst the innocent cradle their babes in their arms and try seek shelter away from more violence more evil more pain.
We get high on Love. We sing our songs. We destroy because if you hurt what’s mine…..You know how that song goes. Or do we destroy ourselves? Did the masters servants run towards me with large sticks or putt a gun to my face? Or did the police teach us the other week to know our place. This place right here and right now. So polite so decent so safe so careful, such a sell out. My Nigerian uncles laugh at cowardice. My Canning Town heart cant back off. We dont do that. Love like blood eh!!! So let the blood run red. My mother knows violence does not work. My dear sweet mother who makes grown men cry. I also make people cry sometimes in pain and sometimes in pleasure. Who is taking notes? Take note no one respects a coward.
Saw the above chap. Incidently nothing happens by chance. He has defo done some cycling. I actually dont think I could even ride that bicycle. It has two wheels. I require a third wheel.
We live it and walk it and talk it and if we fail we ask for forgiveness. If we are forgiven then all good. If we are not then were we sincere? Will karma chance or some divinity or the Devine ONE fix it. We can but only fix ourselves. In our decadent great British culture we world citizens need to seek refuge some safe place to rest. The truth is inside us all LOVE can conquer all. Rastaa is Hindi for the way live love be loved be brave. Hmmmm….where did I park that spaceship?
