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DON'T BELIEVE…… I don't believe That rainbows lead to pots of gold Nor from God a promise hold That in clouds do angels dwell Or there's somewhere a wishing well That Santa put presents in children's socks And Moses got water from barren rocks That, while some die and go to heaven Others burn in hell with Satan Nor do I believe the tales I'm told By some pretty enticing maiden bold Nor that peace will someday prevail Or that your cheque is in the mail The rich will someday share their wealth Or science's promise of eternal health But I do believe The hunger in an urchin's eyes Even though her stories are lies In the pain of a bow-spined crone Left abandoned to die alone The woman that you would call a whore Who gives you all and yet you ask for more The wizen old beggar with outstretched palms Waiting patiently to receive your alms The adolescent hiding her pelvic gore Defeated when you slam the door The widow in shame turned away from home Like some barren cow on the streets to roam Yes, I believe their lies with all my soul Than your truths and the falsities you extol |
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