the bamboo river

The Bamboo River

The sound of the gong

Calling one to the gate

It is time the truth told

There is no reason

There is no way to escape

Don't twist the law

It is written plain to see

Ah..but the lap dogs

They will purr instead of a bite

The meat on the ground

The hungry eyes say it all

The Bamboo River

The knocks on the steel doors

The ringing tones ringing high

Calling one to the crowd

The sound of whisper

The conversation behind doors

Calling one to the fore

Feel the walls listen to the cry