to undo the folded lie

in any honest measure we will tread the planks
our hopes and dreams invested in the tone
for these small mercies we give many thanks

we set our plans out and dress the ranks
each of us confronts the dark silent and alone
in any honest measure we will tread the planks

the pursuers are coming up right on our flanks
our hearts as slow today and heavier than stone
for these small mercies we give many thanks

our brand new masters have sent in the tanks
each soul is now defined as a free-fire zone
in any honest measure we will tread the planks

pain in the gut means we must move our shanks
the music must be played above each groan
for these small mercies we give many thanks

our lives have been held hostage by the banks
we give them everything down to the bone
in any honest measure we will tread the planks
for these small mercies we give many thanks


(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister