In any country there must be people who have to die. They are the sacrifices any nation has to make to achieve law and order.

Sometimes people mistake the way I talk for what I am thinking.

You cannot run faster than a bullet.

I am the hero of Africa.

Stand us against a wall and shoot us, well and good, you are victors. But why should I be brought before a Tribunal like a c-c-c-... I can't even get the word …

If a bullet should enter my brain, let that bullet destroy every closet door.

And there, a field rat, startled, squealing bleeds, His belly close to ground. I see the blade, Blood-stained, continue cutting weeds and shade