First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST

SIDDON LOOK - Erhio Obodo Why complain to men who don’t understand pain Men who rather than feed you with grains that sustain Would prefer to take them away and sell rain They provide trains yet fly in planes Own landscapes bigger than Spain or even Ukraine Strolling around like a hurricane They live off tears and bloodstain Selling cocaine to featherbrains These men should be in chains Restrained and thoroughly caned Instead they supply sugarcane Which we chew on and complain What do we hope to gain from silent disdain? Apart from a migraine They continue to reign In their veins flow champagne They are insane Inhumane Vain But who can explain our constraint? We are also to blame We who ought to set the rules Come from different schools Sing different tunes We carry around the wrong tools A colony of baboons laughing at a pack of fools Who is who? Even the blind can see where the path leads No one wishes to harvest these seeds yet we plant them with our deeds Who will wear the hat? 144

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