We sang a chorus
A chorus which was porous
A chorus which was not amorous
And none found monotonous
Was a chorus of a chorus
But our Wall of Jericho fell not
Some after yearning for saliva
Fought for a revival
But some said the chorus only worked
In the town of the Bible
So our unrealistic blind copying
Was a waste of time
So what do we do now?
Many watch as others touch
Tails of foxes who devour them instantly
Many barbarically gauge eyes of the innocent
And hide them in the court of law
While carefully leading them to confinement
Their groping in the stand gives back their eyes
But too bad, it ends bounded by darkness
Some fall as some rise with blood as their golden stairs
Some wail in hunger as some enjoy in wealth
The chorus are long forgotten
Now what reigns is the unfair spirit
Which possesses for a fee
Leading those with no fees grounded
Into the earth.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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