The sun has dimmed on us
The moon has closed her eyes
Our skies rumble, only to rain stones on us
Our forests stand in limbo
Wondering where the medicine men are
Our king, Oh our king
Languishing in some desert kingdom
A toy in the hands of strange men
Strange ailment...
Now our six wise men,
have gone to pay homage to the desert king
He toyed with our king for three moons!
While we gaped and scratched our behinds
In this dance of shame.
--Thom (Feb 23, 2010)
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