Moses is Still at Large

You forget the Egyptian had a family,

Enjoyed his beer like you and me.

It's true, perhaps, his work was cruel,

But those were the times. What could he do?

 

He forgot who made the times.

Moses forgot who built his palace.

 

Watered with the blood of tyrants?

It's up to us which fire we harvest.

 

 

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