Bright engines taken to the field
Of perpetual doom,
Workable engines being stilled
With fiery dangerous gloomy
Sticks of aimy-kill,
How can a master be so negligent
As to send his better half to a field
Of perpetual doom
With his hard earned money mill?
How can a bright engine mill
Be left in a polluting murder gas
That only killy parts amass?
Only if he knew how his engines cry:
“Tsukutsaka tsukutsaka” blurry air
Let me do my duty well and fair
Hypocritical smoke of sin
You have the power but let me be
“Tsukutsaka tsukutsaka tsukuukuu”
Angelic faces of danger
Hiding in whitish inhalant and sneaking through the esophagus
Stealing poisonous peaks with his head
In places the master hasn’t led
Master’s ignorance of sacking cold,
Mighty ignorance of nursing a lion,
That will tear him limb by limb when he reaches Zion
His unfathomable ignorance in fold
That he his passengers lifting high,
Works little by little, butchering in fie
The poor passengers in a ghastly smashy hold
While all he sees are insignificant ashes in fold
Only if he knew how his engines cry:
“Tsukutsaka tsukutsaka” blurry air
Let me do my duty well and fair
Hypocritical smoke of sin
You have the power but let me be
“Tsukutsaka tsukutsaka tsukuukuu”
Oh! Ignorant master of naught!
Take a moment to look deeper
And you’ll realize that your expensive companion of smoke
Is maiming your better parts
Have some sympathy on them and on you
And do away with the companion that is making you a fool
Listen to your people working and crying:
“Tsukutsaka tsukutsaka” blurry air
Let me do my duty well and fair
Hypocritical smoke of sin
You have the power but let me be
“Tsukutsaka tsukutsaka tsukuukuu”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2013.
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