Padangbai Dennis wrote
Oh, I see no one wanted to respond to my previous comments. Well, as I sit in this village, I was feeling sad. If you go out, you have to lick the Black boots, and give a pittance of coin, to the King’s men. It reminded me of a song I heard long ago from a band I believe was called Fairport Convention. It was entitled Boys of Bedlam.which reminds me of the life here now. I will sing you what I remember. ( For to see Bad boys of Bedlam, ten thousand miles I would travel, Like mold that grows on dirty toes, wouldn’t save our shoes from gravel, Still I sing Bonny boys, Bonny mad boys, Bonny mad boys are Bonny, For they all go bear and they live by the air, and they want no drink nor money) Sorry, but that is the way I see it now, with everyone buying junk food wrapped in plastic and throwing it on the ground like it was nothing more than a Banana leaf. I have tried to tell them Jaga Bali Bersih. But what I say just goes to the Ocean with all the plastic for the Fish and Turtles to eat. Oh my, This maybe extreme.. I am just a country boy from AMERIKA. PLEASE FORGIVE ME,
Get back out into that garden and grow something for feck's sake!!