While the little boys are all that's left to defend the once mighty empire, the bald head dragon and the evil eye king are at war.
Will the fancy dressed sailor really get to play a mas?
Not while the heavy roller backing the shiny headed one.
Where is your crystal ball and your soothsayer now?
More fire round the fire, screams of you said, you said answered with even louder you lie, you lie.
Hush my children the neighbors may learn of our distress was all the elders could offer even as tears met spittle to mingle near the fire.
Cower fancy dressed sailor, play a game of hide in plain sight and wait and see if you get a pass to play your mas, but remember the people have the real fire, and when you take your dance to them careful you dont get burned.
The evil eye one continues to stir up distress in the big house, leaving hungry little boys outside to play at fighting war.
Come shout minstrels, tell it on the corner, the noise of the collapse of the once great empire.
Discarded pennies needed for purchase from front quarters and hinds, but no sah, not from this valley, not for this mas; all ah dem they like they fraid fire.
The evil eye one making mischief because mischief is all he know, leaving destruction in his wake even as little boys play a game of pretend war.
Now is not a time to chew solemnly but to bite big and swallow, the night coming fast and the empire itself might catch fire.
Play your mas fancy sailor and when they ask you say yes like you mean it, because even if you doh fraid fire, fire know your name.
Come people gather around what remains of the once great empire, left as scraps for dogs to fight over, for once great men to bring each other low. Now is a time of a weeping and a gnashing of teeth, and for little boys in the night, all that's left to play with fire.
Discarded pennies needed for purchase from front quarters and hinds, but no sah, not from this valley, not for this mas; all ah dem they like they fraid fire.
The evil eye one making mischief because mischief is all he know, leaving destruction in his wake even as little boys play a game of pretend war.
Now is not a time to chew solemnly but to bite big and swallow, the night coming fast and the empire itself might catch fire.
Play your mas fancy sailor and when they ask you say yes like you mean it, because even if you doh fraid fire, fire know your name.
Come people gather around what remains of the once great empire, left as scraps for dogs to fight over, for once great men to bring each other low. Now is a time of a weeping and a gnashing of teeth, and for little boys in the night, all that's left to play with fire.
Keep doing what you are best at doing.
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