I live for happiness. There is little to live for otherwiseInvention stopped with the time machineWhich was not complete even. Love stopped with Princess Dianawhere people mourned her for all the right reasonsHunger stopped in EthiopiaWhen it was still too poor to recognize It had heritage sites on its terranious back Hatred stopped with Oscar PistoriousWhen the pistol left the riotousnessCourage died with Uganda martyrsBurnt for a religion that has been deserted by its shepherd. Dont blame me if I choose to live for happinessDays of blissNights of mirthThat way I am assured Of having laugh lines on my wrinkled foreheadInstead of bloody gashes from a noble cause Don’t blame me because I sound selfishHappiness is a task as hard as any otherAsk the Rwandan who lost their family to a brother tribe
