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Only the disturbing wings of the fly
Hissing at the corners of the gravy room
Who died still a puzzle
Straight heads would pass for a lecture room
Black robed in a modern market square
High benched listen ready to give dictation
Only the spirits could leak their minds

Could imagine waterfalls in their tummies
Shaking hands could pass close for defection
Big shame to full bellies of the evil carrot
Cruel a name added to the devil
But few volunteers add it to their collar
Rumour say banks been working overtime
To quench the thirst of the evil bellies

Well rehearsed would pass for a great poet
Comas, fullstops, gestures perfectly blend
To pin down another Jesus brother
She sang same script different casts
Pontius Pilates palace just an old reference
Barnabas generation risky like waking on a swamp
My humble innocent leaders headed for crucifixion

Bury the truth book but not its truth
Crush the nut but don’t waste the oil
Their skeletons fetch revenue in the museums now
Wisely they grayed, their words scribbled down
Clearly taught what goes round comes round
That every dark cloud has a silver lining
The accusers dumb now, hear their kitchen been so noisy

Snake gives birth to snake not a lizard neither a millipede
Their kids well coached, heirs of their fathers’ degree
Street preachers of wrath, roving sneaky eyes
Ears competing with those of elephants
For a noun to sneak wrongly off ma leaders’ speech
Weary they don’t get, wonder what powers they worship
Pure gold, innocent and brave, God chose my leaders

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