The New Guinean barrel faces me
And my mouth waters.
The soldier teases me
And my ears burn…
But I am still innocent
Innocent as Jesus.
The New Guinean baton skins my head
And it bleeds furiously.
The policeman chains me up
And my wrist aches
But I am still innocent
Innocent as Jesus
The New Guinean law stool flattens me bums
And it loses me blood o’er.
The law man want me answers,
Yet I know no such crime
For I am still innocent; Innocent,
More than Jesus!
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