Treating the sword blade the same as the staff, Turning the chariot wheel into chaff. Toppling a pillar and nudging a wall, Building a sand pile to counter each fall. Yielding to nothing not even the rose, The dust has its reasons wherever goes.
We are fed up with fudging and nudging, with mush and slush.
We were once friends with the whites but you nudged us out of the way by your intrigues, and now when we are in council you keep nudging each other.