The Gavel Sound

golden rings removed and buried deeply

white linens pressed and folded neatly

common law divides them up completely

as their tongues hang down

the gavel sounds

in the tower of confusion

the innocent look on

brothers and sisters

wondering what they’ve done

seeking shelter from the babble

and the tale that has been spun

they don’t know that their futures lie
in the beating of the drum
and the gavel sound

drums are pounding loud in the far off distance
smoke signals the coming of a pained resistance

the wise men lay out plans for this strange existence

as the smoke blows round
the drum beats down

innocence removed and buried deeply

Copyright 2011 David & Loren Laue