There is a way to get even with these guys and I know what it is
It is to be the one who gets the peel
i.e. who gets the stone from the fruit and spits it out
So that it is the end of the gone and
The start of the new and the begun
So it is the en’ of the wa’ and that is the way forward
To spit upon them and wonder why it was
That I thought that they were my friends
In the first place.
They are no friends they are the rich and the patriarchal
And therefore in the control of the mind of the Jew
That is the hand of the God shall be upon them before it is the time
For they to be afraid of it. That is my curse for the day.
Copyright B E Saunders 2016