Who is to say what is true
When our eyes mislead
Which is the man of integrity
Who may ascertain pure justice
Our omniscient forefathers
Or the opulent puppets
Who're Goaded by a febrile ardour
For despotic power
A prerogative of the wealthy
How congruous is this
That the benevolent man
Shall be the prattler















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Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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