In the eyes of the law, he was black
As black as the ace of spades, not one of them
The dreams he carried to this land
Were stowed upon the sail ship here
Nigeria to Leeds with hope, new life
From hunger to plenty, to bias
The outcast judged by his skin
He faced the torment that broke him
When once he stepped out of line
To fight back, unleash his bridled fury
The coil released, he went too far
Now in the echoey white washed room confined
He’s choked by pills and electroshock
And when he goes, his soul is left behind
Crushed by the law, crushed by them all
At liberty to walk the streets, unfree
Now safe in the hands of police unjust
He’s paid with blows and ridicule
His beaten body prone and robbed of life
He’s found, claimed by the River Aire
A broken spirit gone, the dreams disbanded.
You have an Alice band, keeps your hair in place,
Dum and Dee said you're so modern, have an interface,
long time since Terry"s tea party, we were timeless,
the Mad Hatter said: 'Poof!' Couldn't care less.
The Doormouse nudged himself awake, for Godssake.
'Can't you let me sleep, I'll decide when I wake,'
The Queen had decided on independence for Barcelona,
'Can not be, ' they wailed, "Shut up, ' she said, 'You're another bloody moaner.'
The tortoise taught us how to make love, mimicked
the Queen, clapped his hands and said: 'Off with his head,'
Tarts were ready but black as the ace of spades,
brought uncerrmoniously by a train of waiting maids.
The King chastised everyone including the seven of clubs,
decided the whole lot were boring, went on a tour of Wonderland pubs.
Footnote: The Queen admonished the knave
and said: 'You"re not alright Jack.'
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Gold bronzed sunset told a lie
The winter storm came
As the night passed by
High drifts progress was made
While the night was as
Black as the Ace of Spades
Silver moon was riding high
But it's light grew so dim
Behind the midnight sky
Morning brightly arrived
But the sparkling of the
Landscape hurt my eyes
Sporadic flakes still flew
Drippy icicles had accrued
Winter I am so tired of you
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