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What do we guard with honour? Why are we awake till the last hour, Just to afford a cup of flour? Your gold you fail to mine, Yet ours, you take as thine. In suit you apparel thy pride, Expecting us on the other side, To cheer you or just hide. With poverty our dads abide, And we hold guns in order to stride. Protecting our only inherited gift, The golden pod thrown in the rift, By the deeds of a parliament, Who gave us pepper instead of mint. We shall defend what the middleman didn't, Yes, we vow to protect it, Our cherished cocoa beans, With bare arms if not guns. Until we send a message, Through to the Whitehouse, How bad our buyers massage, Cocoa prices in skirt and blouse.

Act 2:17, "And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams" See how beautiful you all perch, Solely to prove that we're in church. The old speak in tongues, And youth preach with gongs. A sacrosanct routine like this,  And we think we're in the spirit. So we win many souls today, Tomorrow we don't know where they stay. We then give the biblical excuse, Quoting that the labourers are few. But do we have enough Pew, To accommodate the souls anew? On which solid rock do you stand, If you won't build in the sinking sand? So they come in and flush us out, Because we haven't guarded our own house. Remember the days of old, Where in worship, prophesy unfold? Was there not Eli, when God chose to speak to Samuel? This is the highest level of maturity, an epitome of spiritual purity, and an evi...

One nose, two trills. Breathe more, smell less One mouth, two ears. Listen more, speak less. Further beyond the sea, As far as the eyes can see. Two also are the ears to hear. So are the palms that cheer, When the lonely mouth does fear. So that we can keep watch in the day, Listen more to whatever they say, Close those palms when we have time to pray, And speak less but rather make hay, As often as we are in this flesh. Man and woman created He them, To compliment every now and then, Each other's whims and carprises, As economic goods soar in prices. That is the natural ratio. Two-is-to-one: But take no undue advantage. Even if women outnumber men in this age, Are you the messiah to minimize damage?