The Tuning Fork Poem by Tony Adah
The Tuning Fork
They will be gone
They will be dead
Those crazy potbellies, sunken necks
And pudgy fingers
Their ill gotten wealth will be ruined
By the time this tuning fork
Reverberates to the ends of the earth.
My song whets the lances
That will slit their throats
Those men who trample on the common man
There's no relenting until this land
Is devoid of the sinister
Waves of this tuning fork.
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