For when I am weak, then am I strong
Some days I lack command of cadences and tones,
Sometimes words tumble from my mouth like grain,
At some other times, words are pulled like teeth.
Sometimes words tumble from my mouth like grain,
At some other times, words are pulled like teeth.
When I sat down by the Manchester Ship Canal,
On a cold grey December day,
I wept because of a curse I carry,
The curse of a glint of light from Elysium,
Or Zion or from heaven-knows-where.
On a cold grey December day,
I wept because of a curse I carry,
The curse of a glint of light from Elysium,
Or Zion or from heaven-knows-where.
I cannot sing psalms, nor praise the Lord,
Whether at home or abroad,
But if I ever forget to sing of the dead
May I be silenced forever?
Whether at home or abroad,
But if I ever forget to sing of the dead
May I be silenced forever?
Instead,
Let my highest joy be for a little boy
Who died of meningitis just before
Christmas one year in the late twentieth century.
Let my highest joy be for a little boy
Who died of meningitis just before
Christmas one year in the late twentieth century.
If I knew that a son of Babylon or scion of Satan
Had arranged this travesty, I would seek revenge
Like Yahya Sinwar did.
But, my friend, knives and bullets are of
No earthly use against viruses and bacteria.
Had arranged this travesty, I would seek revenge
Like Yahya Sinwar did.
But, my friend, knives and bullets are of
No earthly use against viruses and bacteria.
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