The look in your eye confirms what I feared
Bend your head and occasionally your knees
living that way must be a breeze
But when you go home and hang up your praying uniform
Do you feel its for God that you have to conform
To a life of discipline, rules and the book
Are you real wise man - or are you just a crook?
I see you up there on your platform on Sabbath
Are you a scared as me of his rath
Don't you question why or moan 'its not fair'
how can you rely on something that might not be there?
Lara Bloom
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