(Hey Australian Broadcasting Channel! You are always trying to sabotage me!)
You know I have the fondest memories of my childhood in Goa
It is a place where I adopted so much of an umbilical cord
You know, long ago, I was massacred by the other eleven tribes of Israel
Because they didn’t have a clue that I did them a favour by murdering the evil among them
So, I took the route to a haloed land across the sea, where I wanted to be
Today’s Goa is but a far cry from the original; they have taken away her beauty
I, God, am not aware of all the forms that evil morphs and takes
For God is blindfolded. He can’t be sure of when evil takes what he makes
Do you all think there is justification in the works of that hijacking evil?
Does not God think that his annointed Kings should do his will?
Do they have to fear treachery more than they respect his wish?
Honestly, his actual peace-making will only happen when all the treachery drowns in the Pacific
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