It is raining on the Expressway to debt
A temporary snag; we will still pay
The Chinese supervisor steps off set
His local crew have little say
A temporary snag; we will still pay
Three, nay, four generations watch
Our great grandchildren pay, they may
Loans taken with interest at a higher notch
Our great-grandchildren pay, they may
A kick back there, a deal sweetener here
Not consulted? An argument which holds no sway
The Chinese have you in their grip, severe
We have our own cost consultants here
The Chinese have you in their grip, severe
Our representatives were well informed
The verdict : the loan signatories over performed
The price was thirty pieces of
silver
From the treasury of the Holy
temple
The contract for life, a deed in
blood
The Chief Priests and Elders
signatories.
The kiss of a friend, the betrayal of
a brother.
Piercing painfully than the dagger of
an enemy.
For the price of 30 pieces of silver.
The treasurer of the Son of Man,
The King of kings in earthen vessel
The lure of 30 pieces of silver
Of filthy lucre,
Ensnaring the soul deadened by
greed
So was the son of perdition bought
For a mere 30 pieces of silver.
That placed the noose over his
head.
Whose destiny was wreaked forever.
The Bishopric transferred to another;
All for filthy lucre.
30 pieces of silver
The worth of the Son of Man
Whose heavenly throne is arrayed in
precious stones,
Whose Kingdom streets are paved of
the purest of gold.
Oh my Lord and my God!!! Have
mercy!!!!
Brewing a temperamental storm in its hurt
Hot and heavy for our once marvellous heart
Death’s shadow creeps in the once blue lagoon
Attempting to flush us down the dark side of the moon
Our humanity seeks definition in it's arrested development
'cause it’s a clear violation to exist without inducement
Seven billion signatories signed a petition to turn a blind eye
As a handful of dignitaries sighed indifference whilst so many continueed to die
To have lived in Africa and never having seen a wild animal
Our children will grow up deprived of mother nature's endearment - this is criminal!
To never have climbed and fallen out of a tree is to never have known true freedom
And to continue ignoring the ‘Earth Song’ is to relinquish our own kingdom
So as we stand erect at the top of the food chain
Proud of our accomplishments and toast ostentatiously to a flawed campaign
We slowly suffocate on the fumes of our own parasitic self-indulgence
'cause the now forgotten parable – of the blue marble – doesn’t pivot around our existence
08-13-2015
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