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We are a warrior
nation of sorts
We take great risk
As we venture out
We abhor armour
And any head gear
We ride out daily
without any fear
Death, head injuries
Don't deter us
Hair flowing, air blowing
We charge on green
Even our wife and kids
Join us in our war song
Without a worry
That things can go wrong
Rules are made
to be twisted and broken
Wheelies are done
and legends are spoken
We speed on one way street
Against the flow of tide
On hazardous roads
We brave hearts do ride
There are men in white
Who try to curtail our streak
When they pull out their book
we become humble and meek
Otherwise we are brave, and fearless
daily new adventures we seek
-----By Jibrael Jos
(Sarcastic take on those who ride on our streets without helmet putting their lives and others at risk)
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