A body falls at the feet of a Tubori man
A boy screams at the site of a severed hand
A woman tries to tell you, you really don’t understand
A cloud forms in the sky and obscures the sun
As a woman tries to eat stale bread on the run
And a young girl takes her lover out with a knife.
Out on the street where we live there’s a randcid smell
Of the excrement of houses on the edge of hell
You don’t know what goes on behind the windows of that old Brothel.
But you know you want to see all this pain and misery
The old woman’s tongue that won’t stay in her head.
The old man who judges like a knife through bread
The three sisters who would be happy if their daddy just fell down dead. Dead. DEAD.
A crowd forms on the street and obscures the sight
Of the body as it descended from its graceful flight
Out of the brothel window on the second floor window, third to the right
And you know you want to be a part of what you see.
