FOR THE 30


I pray for the thirty, for the thirty who are thirsty

For the thirty who are thirsty of the justice of their land

Of their land which is smashed and dashed about as nought

Which is dashed about as nought as though they really don’t matter

As though they really don’t matter because they never really did

They never really did because their fathers wrought it so

Their fathers wrought it so because their brains had so been milked

Their brains had so been milked because they looked more at their breasts

They looked more at their breasts because their tummies needed fat

Their tummies needed fat although their children were growing hungry

Their children were growing hungry for the fatness of their soil

(c) jtbarts

Hungry for their fatness and thirsty for their flow

 

Hungry for their freedom and thirsty for their glow

Hungry for their children and the need to see them grow

Thirsty like the thirty who are aiming for their brow!

 

 

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