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I was down at the tube station at midnight waiting for the bus stop home,

Every day I waited and yet it never came. Oh bus stop, bus stop, waits for me.

But all I could see was trains one two three.

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Someone hold me tight

For the time is right

Don’t let me loose

For my boots are too tight.

Thank you Nuclear Nancy. Leroy recited his poem:

As an African

I believe in Africa, I believe in African people

I swear by all that is sacred to return

to my motherland

To sleep under the African skies and

To maintain communion with the ancestral spirits of Africa

and to eat the fruits of my labour.

No more shall I be a slave for those of the deep blue,

I will strive for my tribal rights and my African heritage

I will enjoy my liberation through industry and the pleasures of my children.

I will fight to the death against exploitation, Starvation and war until I rebuild

The African gardens of Peace where all tribes shall be united as one.

I will tell my story without hindrance or distortion.

“Kids should be whipped,” said a Messiah.

“Until they confess the devil in them,” said the second Messiah

“But it damages your dignity,” responded Leroy.

“What dignity,” asked Bunny?

“Yourself and human dignity,” answered Leroy.

“But these children these days are too rude and disrespectful, they should be battered down until they show respect to bigger people.”Suffer little children to come unto me, said the first messiah.

“You are suggesting child abuse, then.” Leroy continued.

“Yeah sure Stanton I understand.” said Leroy.

“Any way Stanton it’s your turn to read your poem that you have prepared. What’s the theme  .......?”

“It is about a slave ship”.