Run win when
The rain race roof
Like pal pen Paul
And Sarah sat sad.
By the rail clicking clock
And the Bishop in dirty cloak
From a window
I saw a helpless widow
And her Sky wasn't blue
And the Sun living half
Our Nation have dead cue
And our justice a sharpless blade
Going to a farm clearing no bush
And the widow without a hoe
Weeds whole bush
And had her bath in dew.
Quarrel broke like a broken glass
Pieces fly a distance league
Hit the uniforms in the class
Blind a Nation in Greenish wig.
How a drop of water floods a Nation
Pulling out all limitation
Stains national fingers
Plants sunny dangers.