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| Very primitive here |
Can’t help thinking back to then
All those umpteen years ago
When deference and reverence
Burned in protest’s stormy glow
When all those times were changing
Running insults out of town
With declining moral high ground
And the clown's disdainful frown
When the sneering high and mighty
Where discovered indisposed
Wearing cloaks that hid their disrepute
As tainted fabric decomposed
Law and order writhing in the mud
Wished to smother human rights
Far from ignorant the aberrant
Hide in towers of withering heights
As the final push of bigotry
In cold and dark Arabian nights
Tyrant pulpits run by bandits
Crumble ruins of rundown rites
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