I may look blue in the face br Look green, red, white or black close and low down up, br The far side hidden in you that you don’t know, br That you may like or dislike br You may attempt to wash down the dirt br The ugly side will remain, br It will shout, cry and laugh madly at all times and weathers br br The zombie will be a perennial nuisance in your face br Chasing it away will never end because the colour is one br The soul is one and the blood is a string br The zombie will keep creeping on you br Not because it sees the likeness br Not because it smells like the naked you br Not because it sounds like you in speech, song and cry br br The fly will remind you of its presence br Notwithstanding your dislike of it br But just to heighted the filial relation br That has got nothing to do with the nuisance of presence br But the blood that shoots out the ugliness, the beauty and the likeness br Never mind the sound that cuts through the ears, the brain and drips out br In the cry of pain and ecstasy br br NNkuna 24 August 2013br br Niki Nicholas Nkunabr br