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I wanna go to that house on the hill
The resolve one day is conceived in my mind:
that i wanna go to that house on the hill
overlooking the city from the west
My godfather watching over his peoples' life
flow by, the suburban slums
the grey clouds of ramshuckles
that pollute the city's panorama that
relays the poverty of the periphery.
I wanna go to that house on the hill
of graded slope, hilltop curved
the lawns mowed
the pathways shaded
with flames of colour
the ever green orchids and eucalyptus
flirting with the wind
the grass, always green and tender
the kind the Maasai herdsmen
always covet for their hungry herds
during the drought season;
all around the interiors and exteriors.
And the myriad doorways
flowers bloom to perfect
the image of beauty
opulence and authority.
I wanna go to that house on the hill
where the fence is cordoned all around
with cops with caps
as red as their eyes; that
even when a former bossom friend calls
he will have no access without appointment
he must come crawling like a lizard
because i had suddenly forgotten his name.
I wanna go to that house on the hill
where friends like fiends fight over.
To overcome the hullabaloo isn't a task
for the humple lamps
but for lions
and cunning foxes.
To carry on this politique
that is in itself a trick one must master
I must curve out words
that steal my opponent's thunder
and put confusion in their brains:
"I will re-ignite the fire of sweat
squeeze milk from mother's breast
yes, i will bring breakfast,
lunch and dinner within your reach
you know, my predecessor
pinched public things, ravished them
the deficit eats into our bone marrow
have taken toll of our common muscle;
but beneath mother's womb
there is an undiscovered treasure
pure like a virgin's uncorrupted treasure
I will dig into it, and together
we will scoop better sap
from the treasurous trough!
If only, and only if you can if
you can escort me with your...
I wanna go to that house on the hill.
And when there i reach the envious
men will no longer pour their vermin on me
because i will tower over them
Like an ominous spell of thunder!
And then i could rest on a softer couch
and sip my cognac and let the taste
spread to my ears
and appreciate the melow glow of life.
I wanna go to that house on the hill
where all my desires will be fulfilled
on the left would sit my wife as first lady
sometimes stretching her legs on my lap
and suffusing me with snags or red wine
Behind would sit my assistants,
the sycophants of the old school.
It might as well be the nest
for unhashed eggs, a perfect atmosphere
to fashion another political philosophy
by which to live on in future.
I wanna go to that house on the hill
where life of priveleged men
glow with a renewed vitality and rythm
of enchantment and entrapment, the magnificent
power flowing downstream where i could listen
at the voice of the masses
while flags flatter in the wind.
