I SPEAK FOR THE BUSH

When my friend sees me, he swells and pants like a frog because I talk the wisdom of the Bush! He says we from the Bush, do not understand civilized ways for we tell our women to keep the hem of their dresses below the knee.

We from the Bush, my friend insists, do not know how to enjoy! When we come to the civilized city like nuns, we stay away from nightclubs where women belong to no men and men belong to no women and these civilized people quarrel and fight like hungry lions!

But, my friend, why do men with crippled legs, lifeless eyes, wooden legs, empty stomachs wander the streets of this civilized world?

Teach me, my friend, the trick so that my eyes may not see those house that has no walls, but emptiness all around; show me the way you use to seal your ears, to stop hearing the cry of the hungry.

Teach me the new wisdom which tells men to talk about money and not love, when they meet women.

I speak for the Bush: You speak for the civilized- Will you hear me?

Oops!!! “Do you speak for the bush or the civilized?”

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