Trumpets and Jericho

Hells frozen over 

My heads in my hands

Tears slipping freely 

And the voices they chant

The rains on a splatter 

The rains a rouge 

Stealing the day 

And the sun from our kind 

Where do we march on

Soldiers in robes

We were not ready for the trumpet call
Oh 

It’s the wall of Jericho

From not so long ago 

And the tiger with her ‘fro 

Will not be coming home 

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