James Carvey

My Brother The Chaldean

My brother the Chaldean a man of truth
He walks the straight line and plays the mystic flute
When the day is done and he lays down his head
Not an ill word can be spoken about the man asleep in bed

Each day he awakens with a mind that is free
Only to be fettered by the dictates and decrees
His conflict is evident owed to his personal good report
This fails to mesh with the zeigiest afloat

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