I promise to stun you in the woods.
I make a promise of food
To those young stomachs.
I promise to follow your don’ts and do’s.
I promise to come home with new shoes
For the olds and the young’s,
And for you, your favourite songs.
When that hand up will not write so wrongs
For us.

If only I finish what I’ve been doing here.
If only with you I could share,
What all, I have been doing here.
But I don’t fear
Though it’s all about a hungry mouth,
Though it’s all about a common shout,
Cause they hadn’t understood then,
When without food I was wandering in my lane.


And now they call me insane
Cause I’ve this gun in my hand
I know that common crap
“Put your hands up”
Won’t fill the gap
In my mouth.

They say “We won’t harm”.
I ask “What were you doing?
When...