Hush; Hush; Poppies
Hush; Hush; don’t talk, I am growing Poppies here.
So, every one Hush, Hush!
It is in Kandahar dead end of the world,
It is covered by all hills, trails, no roads, no internet, no communication,
it is good and safe; for transportation, we use only pulling Donkey card.
It is secured with my well trained, well dressed Chicks, here,
I make over 50 Billion dollars per year, here.
my Chicks are chicks,
I need to feed them,
I need this colorful arena.
Hush; Hush; don’t talk,
I sale these poppies, here,
I sale it to all but communist players are most famous, here.
They pay their slaves with pappies, to beat the manufacturer price down, there.
I win this trophy from Britishers’; it was a heavy game, now it is mine.
I am save here no one can come here,
no media is here.
Hush; Hush; don’t talk.
This is hush puppies land,
land after land,
fertile like the ’20s but land.
I have the Kandahar kids and slave families,
I already told them, who are there, the enemy.
I already taught them; A – for Allah; B- Bomb.
I will do anything if needed,
I will use anything but,
I have to keep this game alive.
I am the king of this Land.
Without this arena, both players will be gone,
My camouflage saves me, the whole world knows that I am teaching the Taliban’s’.
Are you dumb?
Taliban’s are my slaves,
they are my Opium farmers!
Taliban produce pappies for me,
they are good for me.
See Malala said “Taliban attacked me “,
I gave her a Nobel Prize for this dialogue.
So, I make myself more secured here.
The whole world knows that I am taking care of the Taliban.
So, now I can officially stay here, forever.
Ha .. Ha ..Ha… ………………………
Hush: Hush don’t talk, no one doesn’t know that
I am the largest Opium Dealer.