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The threads of injustice
When the threads of injustice come undone
A battle fought must now be won.
With thread so fine and needle too
I hope this message will get to you.
The angels looked on and smiled at your face
They granted you kindness, beauty and grace.
With each stitch I sew so delicate and fine
With each passing hour I bide my time.
A man, your father so true and kind
knows what hides behind the truths untold.
But the Serpent strikes, so quick, & cold
It’s poison lethal, silent, an Indian trick of old.
Yet this is not a trick of fate
The serpent makes victims of all those it’s hates.
The man was tricked and put away
To a cold dungeon for ever and a day.
But this tale is not of old
For knights are brave and bold
And though he is dying with each passing day
He has only one wish, to see his daughter smile in her own special way.
