Help the strong They need it most For losing that which They trust Leaves them in a quandary Dependant on that variable Entrusted to them but for a while This is too dry to chew Let it pass Oh bother !
Killinbaa jaaro You stand so tall Reminding all of Maama parah Wobbly giant on stilts Exhuding a semblance of might Yet a simple push Sends you tumbling down To lower than ever Liar woe betide you !
The master maskaraders have come and gone Yours is a farce Standing no chance yet we wait in the corners For our chance to unmask you Then we shall see How you fare This is a solid promise Waiting for a sure time To pass And then we shall see Yes indeed we shall see Till then keep dreaming About the blue moon Which when it comes Will shine with a reddish hue Only that, you will not be there to see it
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Posted - 10 Oct 2010 : 00:35:43
