When the dark light of life dies
When the weak and strong forge ties
And empty beggars bellies sigh
We might but shut our eyes
When we fish hatred from the shallow
When we learn to dance with our shadows
And with our tongues slice bone from marrow
We might but shut eyes
When races and faces of places bear no color
When language or dialect have common chatter
And with our hearts peek at the soul skin in wonder
We might but shut our eyes
When we sink politics in tears of blood waters
When fat faces of corruption share laughter with beggars
And the constitution is forged by adult toddlers
We might but shut our eyes
When sex trade hidden in bride price ends
When taxes for sex is unmasked from a rings’ end
And use not coin to purchase love or keep it to its end
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