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The advice you can give to your kith and your kin Is to foster goodwill and be happy within Not to harbour resentment be always demanding But look for agreement and true understanding To give and to share, spread joy, be forgiving In a world full of plenty for all things that are living
But some day may come when these simple ideas Aren’t enough to respond to the doubts and the fears Raised and risen like sap through the soul of your being From too much information on tap intervening Like sowing fine seeds to the mercy of *Tlaloc, Then raising and reaping a harvest of havoc Get locked up for laughing, is that now a sin? When to cry out for justice comes out like chagrin Our leaders untouchable, hollow and spineless They represent nothing, seem shallow and meaningless Whilst stripped to the bone, alone amongst many We are looking for fairness but not seeing any There are those who might sit upon Satan’s left knee Get to tinker with freedoms affect our esprit Such despots inside their own rank fetid fiefdoms Possess us, control us the rule in such kingdoms The ways of the greedy to prey on the needy As they look to erase all our reasons to be free
*Tlaloc - Aztec Raingod ‘ He who makes things sprout 13
