I don't think of sulfur when I think of dafur.
Yet sulfur aids gun powders in a city of war.
Do I know my mates are full of depression?
What if I do what could I really do?
How often do I ask a brother if they're broke?
Cairo woke to war this morning, what shall she do?
I'm humpy grumpy snappy cranky grouchy pissy. Attitude.
I forgot easily my eyes fed with the pity of Makoko slum. Ingratitude.
So, Do you think of sulfur when you think of Dafur?
Thanks AY! you know I'm just following the footsteps of a literary guru.
LDP my brother. Thanks bro. Yeh. I think we constantly need to be in check of rather unfortunate situations to appreciate ours.