the wave of rightness

Posté le 8 février 2011

the glaring wave is up the tide 

the best thing is to hide Mister Lee is angry 

the thrash is moist the anger is green 

the feathers are through the sound of reason is up the crest 

walk master, void is the rest the plantation is waiting for reprieve 

the whistles are brisky   I beg your pardon? please    

You don’t hear the whisltes master! Yes we do! 

We look for hidding under the dawn’s dews Slaves are not meant to look up the crown 

They have to hear you crow!  sing your  praises! Wait ………..a call from the foe! 

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