I was told of a stick and metal that can
speak
When he does everyone shakes in the
teeth
No one dare stand in the street
None is spared from his wrath at its
peak
Was told that when He speaks kings
becomes pigs
Men become boys when the gun is big
And silences rancor keeping the police
on their feet
It's a mystery so little yet great when
it feeds
This stick speaks thunder and coughs
smoke
Oils His wheels and pellets that flies
and poke
No mortal stand a kiss to the throat
In his world, he is king, watch how he
gloats
When he gleams in your street, who shall
withstand him?
Who shall say why speakest thou in our
realm?
Or imprison his messenger in the din
That is not toppled in his speech of tin
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