[male
vocals] (
Talking
drum
rhythm
fades
in)
Temple
of
coins
Coins
are
tossed
here
and
there,
hands
are
patted,
conscience
is
sealed
and
signed.
The
gods
lost
its
savoury
to
the
bag
of
books
and
pot
of
ink,
because
coins
paid
for
it
and
weightier
bag
of
coins
zero
sum
its
savoury
and
swiftness.
Temple's
Judge
tossed
the
coin
and
asked
if
it's
the
head
or
the
tail,
better
still
if
the
bidder
wants
both
for
a
fee.
Justice
is
for
shopping,
just
toss
the
coins,
one
that
clings
most
carries
the
blind
lady
home
and
celebrates
lavishly
and
ravishly.
The
scale
that
weighs,
is
perverted
and
corrupted,
the
sword
had
been
stolen ,
it
only
comes
out
when
the
poor
man
is
to
be
sacrificed
on
the
table
of
Justice.
The
Poor
are
trampled
under
the
table,
the
rich
are
celebrated
on
the
table.
The
difference
lies
on
weight
of
the
coins.
The
gods
lost
its
savoury
to
the
bag
of
books
and
pot
of
ink,
because
coins
paid
for
it
and
weightier
bag
of
coins
zero
sum
its
savoury
and
swiftness.
The
jury
and
the
judge,
the
jungle
and
George.
They
sound
alike
but
not
the
same
anyways
but
all
behaves
like
the
latter
who
lives
in
the
jungle
where
the
strong
subdues
the
weak.
This
time
around
not
by
might
but
by
the
weight
of
coins.
Rapists
walked
through
the
temple
of
justice
unscathed,
thieves
walked
in
with
pop
and
pageantry,
looters
are
granted
executive
bail
that
last
for
ages.
The
weights
of
these
coins
are
heavier
on
the
Judge's
and
jury's
pocket.
Lies
win,
but
logic
is
supreme,
truth
is
an
orphan,
poorly
feed ,
so
had
no
voice
nor
coins
to
toss
around,
and
network
to
pat
around
in
other
to
be
heard.
The
gods
lost
its
savoury
to
the
bag
of
books
and
pot
of
ink,
because
coins
paid
for
it
and
weightier
bag
of
coins
zero
sum
its
savoury
and
swiftness.
Truth
died
too
many
times,
when
bag
of
coins
juggle
around,
bounce
around
tables,
buy
new
wigs
and
gown.
Pauper
has
no
brief,
the
poor
has
no
hearing ,
the
jury
and
judge
are
deaf
and
dumb
that
only
clinging
sound
of
bags
of
coins
could
cure.
Your
Honour,
i
want
to
buy
injunction,
how
much
is
it?
my
Lord
i
want
to
shop
for
Justice,
how
much
would
it
cost
me?
My
Lord
i
want
to
jail
this
farmer ,
how
much
would
it
costs
me?
Window
shopping
everywhere
for
a
pay.
Armed
robber
is
a
good
man
untill
proven
otherwise.
Right!
But
a
poor
man
must
go
the
prison
for
awaiting
trial.
Many
have
waited
and
wasted
years
like
forever
in
prisons.
It's
easier
for
armed
robber
with
bag
of
coins
to
walk
through
eye
needle
of
the
justice
than
an
innocent
poor
man
to
walk
through
the
door
of
justice.
The
gods
lost
its
savoury
to
the
bag
of
books
and
pot
of
ink,
because
coins
paid
for
it
and
weightier
bag
of
coins
zero
sum
its
savoury
and
swiftness.
Quote
all
the
books,
make
all
the
references,
display
all
the
precedences,
know
all
the
technicalities,
be
good
at
the
reading
of
the
constitution,
your
case
would
fail
if
there
is
no
coins
attach
to
the
knowledge
in
your
head.
In
the
days
of
our
fathers ,
temple
of
justice
was
sacred
and
sacrosanct,
the
gods
were
wise
and
swift
with
justice.
A
pint
of
dry
gin
and
a
piece
of
kola
nut,
that's
all
that
drive
equity
and
justice.
You
dare
not
walk
its
holy
ground
unscathed
if
you
are
guilty.
The
gods
lost
its
savoury
to
the
bag
of
books
and
pot
of
ink,
because
coins
paid
for
it
and
weightier
bag
of
coins
zero
sum
its
savoury
and
swiftness.