Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Another dictator is gone

Another one bites the dust

An end to tyranny is a must


For 42 years he rules the land

With a heavy iron hand


His sons and daughters bathed in milk and honey

They had so much, billions in money


Then one day, the people finally stood up

They decided they had enough, time to make him jump


So they came out on the streets

They voted with their feet


Gaddafi did his absolute best

To keep the rebellion confined to the west


Then France, US and usual so-called allies jumped into the fray

They said, wait up we will show the way


Why suddenly Sarkozy and Obama found interest in Libya?

They said they support democracy…now, now don't let that fool ya


Where were they all these years?

When Libyans cried rivers of tears


What they really want is under the sand

The greatest prize of all, it really is grand


More valuable than gold

In your hands you cant hold


So started the bombings and the arms drop

And suddenly Gaddafi felt the heat and started to hop


He gave orders for his soldiers to fight

Where are they? He looked to the left and right


And so he ran from Tripoli to Sirte

His place of birth, where he found shelter


He held on for a while, as long as he could

You have to say, he didn't run away, but stayed in Libya as he said he would


And then, finally, they caught up to the man

Oh dear God, there lay the man on the sand


But not before, they ripped him to pieces

Something nobody on their worst enemy ever wishes

And so another dictator is gone

The message is clear, it may take time but right always defeats wrong
Isnt it amazing how I do this every time?
Make it all so funny and make it rhyme!


Friday, October 7, 2011

Conversations of Jone, Jaswant and Joe

The World Cup is on…the boys are all fired….Go Fiji Go ..O ..O….The grog bowl is full, the boys are in a good mood….Samoa is the opposition and the boys are confident


 Jaswant: You gang just see the superior tactical prowess of the Fiji team….their knowledge of defensive patterns, attacking methodology and precise moment by moment fluid processing techniques


Jone and Joe look at each other and shake their heads


Jone: Samoa is a good team


Jaswant: Se, traitor


Jone: I think Samoa are going to be very hard to beat


Jaswant: Seti, you go and live in Samoa then OK


Joe: It will be hard game, tough and uncompromising


Jaswant: Vinaka Robbie Deans (and smirks and says under his breath)  thinks he knows too much….us gang are stupid


Jone: Kick for territory man, play in opposition half


Jaswant: Seti, it's a possession game, hold the ball, probe the edges and make quick darting runs


Go Fiji Go


Go Fiji Go


Jone: Samoa look better


Jaswant: Seti, who you cheering for man? Fiji our team….Noqu Vanua


Jone: %**#@ o iko OK


Jaswant: Why don't you swim to Samoa like that faller who went to Tonga huh!!!


Joe: Easy guys


Jaswant: O iko qalu mada OK….@$%* this between us kaivata's


Joe: Ocei nomu Kai $#&*