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
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