Games
The games, the games are going on,
And the fire under the stools is snorting.
Doesn't surprise anyone with this slippery fight,
That's how terrible spectacles are made.
This fight is going on, in front of white folks,
It's blocking meaning, power has begun.
With pride in her head,
He's trying to be equal to a divine person.
Whether so blind or not they heard,
The power that comes from God.
I inactive get hurt by the carousel tickle.
For the foundation of the house, erstwhile it falls,
And the dance of power of evil strikes good,
Hope, ear catches, saves us.
