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(A dead man speaking back)
You’re not talking sense!
Don’t give me that, for God’s sake
Tell me something different
Where were you when the black sheep
Stole in from behind and smashed all my eggs?
Where were you when the hangman read my death warrant?
Where were you when the Nei Mulung drank his own urine?
Where were you when rain fell heavily?
But the wretched earth refused to drink its water?
Then we died in a city totally flooded without hay
Even the royal palace lost the race.
Where I dwell today nothing is dense
Every morning we run around with a black snake
Anyone who refuses has his clothes rent
We sleep on cold cement and eat human flesh just sent
On Sundays we are stood in water muddy and knee-deep
Unless we can bribe with stolen French kegs
One night the guard woke us to ask if anyone could rant
“Rant?” we screamed, bewildered. “Only Youri Gagarine!”
Each night the drunken prison administrator calls us smelling heavily
He tells us this is the world of Famlah where there is no godfather
We were sent here to suffer because we refused to betray
So never shall we return to earth or anywhere else for solace.