Half Sister - Protomartyr

In ancient Palestine, a Roman middle manager

Dresses down a radical

«I have a backlog of so-called prophets

You are of a multitude»

The offender said, «I witness truth»

Perplexed and filled with pique

The jailer replied, «Truth, what is it?»

Outside of Darlington, 1963

On certain mornings a specter appeared

In a well-appointed back garden

Its voice was still heard

After the sun had burned away its image

Consulting physicists and mediums

The man he realized

It was a relative living a 1000 miles away

Half sister was thinking of him

Very poorly on those mornings

In Northern Michigan

There was an incident in winter

A horse was hit by lightning

And began to speak in a foreign language

When he was finally understood

It repeated, «Humans are no good»

So they shot it behind the shed and stuffed him

He’s now on display as a lesson

For the kids to always do your best

Do your best always

Truth is a colicking horse

That serves no purpose

Truth is a babbling prisoner

You’d rather not kill if they confess

Truth is the half sister

That will not be forgotten

Truth is the half sister

That will not forgive

She is trying to reach you

Trying to reach you

She is trying to reach you

Trying to reach you

She is trying to reach you

Trying to reach you

She is trying to reach you

Trying to reach you