In your high chair Looking down On us the lowly Your highness do show us grace Could've mercy on us We hope
As you feast At banquets We at the foot of the table Wait in earnest for crumbs To come tumbling down If not in showers At least tidbits To assuage our hungry palates
As you parade Your might before us We clap our hands If you think we love you Then Lord think again If you think we fear you Then Lord think again If you think that we gave up hope Then Lord wake up Because old dog's mind is still On the old bone left in a corner Touch it and see
As you ain't mad You do notice our gaze We too see your court Filled with lean followers The bloated bellies belie their status What is clear is that transparent hunger Haggling over carrion With fangs bared to hurt To them we see white toothed smiles The hyenas grin Won't fool us no more So we wait as you too most wait The cockerel shall crow Then we shall find out who loses We shall come with trousers Belted with robust twine To wrestle our hope From your greedy grips That day mother shall shower love On the son come to reclaim Rightful title to what is his The right to Papa's land That day is surely coming
'the eyes misses sight of a twig that bursts into it' an old African saying. If it(the eye) does see it before, it would avoid the contact won't it ? Thanks Dalton,the wind is blowing for sure.
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Posted - 24 Jun 2008 : 15:37:38
