White Number 2
The alert warriors of injustice attend wakes after beating the rush of working crowds;
They bring in nappy wearing priests to be deprecating blessings in disguise;
And wait for fluffy white waves to rush in and sweep away the parody they fear;
So cool in hindsight, how they speak of everyday wrongs as though sacred;
The weather has been shockingly kind to them, their oracles having not bled.
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