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By Karim Kadiri
karim@naturalselling.biz

Articles:

Poems:

Band of brothers.

Bring it down low

Faiza

What’s the point of it all?

When you know there’s a child.

They call me radical

She gave me life

Si j’etais lui…

Son of a Bush

Gentle Giants

Funny...

From The Grave

No, Don't Play That Chord Again...

Dear Mrs Ambassador

Dear Life...

And What About?

And Then One Day...

When you know there's a child.

You are not your car !

BRING IT DOWN LOW

In music there’s education, in music there’s communication

I stare in ignorance and dismay, what do they see that I can’t see?

What is it they hear that I can’t hear, they seem to be having so much fun

Sometimes I wish I did not think too much and maybe more like them

 

Bring it all down, down, down to the bottom

Bring it all down, down, down to the gutter

Down here where no talent is necessary

Down here where NOTHING is necessary

Way down here where they can all agree

 

In reading there’s emancipation, learning the new in appreciation

How come I ain’t learning nothing? I’ve seen this dude before

He said the same thing yesterday and of course the day before

Crime on the rise, otherwise all is fine and the weatherman’s funny

 

In admitting there’s hope, in denial there’s self-preservation

Hundreds of millions can’t be wrong, I must not be from here

They all can reach it if it’s way down low, but at least they can smile

Are they right or am I wrong, perhaps on this earth I simply don’t belong

  

Written by Karim Kadiri

 

 

 
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