The Macabre Dancers

These words they speak at the parliament And big words emanating with spirit But the less crystal night And the more benign stare of the fireflies Holds no fear for their night acts Ghana - must - gos rolling in Only the jumbos qualified And stuffed to the zip with our funds Perfectly arranged For these parliaments big words speak This treacherous faces revealed Now their camouflage they need not For they are like shadows In the dark sinister glare of the Night Only the night can see Party over And the lights are back on They, sitting in the comfort of parliament theater And a state of the art therapy seats Ignorant of tutorial hunger We, sitting and watching In a state of the earth hunger therapy subject to perpetual hiss and bitterness And a night of deadly fervid dreams Alas! nothing can we do But watch & wash as they waste What was our work wages in haste For all year long And we can simply sing this song For all Macabre dancers knows no pause