The
big pile of poo
It
smells in the room
Ask
the leaders what it is?
They
all sing the same melody
“We
don't see a thing
We
see cash coming our way
We
have to speak in one language
We
will support each other in good or bad”
When
the walls are falling
The
debris cracking to the ground
They
still sit in the room
They
all sing the same song
“We
don't see a thing
It
is all magic to make us lose faith
We
see only the falling rain
The
cash falling on our heads”
When
the roof falling apart
The
thundering fall hitting the ground
They
still sit in the room
Tears
falling from their eyes
“Now
we see
The
wrong we have done
We
can't escape on our sins
Our
God has made us glued to the chairs”
The
people gathered around
The
bodies all covered in soot
Leaving
all the bones to the wind
The
sins each has to pay
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