Tufia !!
What will the diviner say
As the beads he flung on the mat
Slowly climbed over each other
Settling in pattern of foreboding
The black arrayed against the white
The trained eye seeing the evil
Coiled and waiting to spring
What would the elders scream
When the diviner relays his divination
Of the pattern on his mat
And the portents from the gods
The propitiation that has been asked
A head for a head, a soul for a soul?
What would the young shout
When asked for their portion of the sacrifice
A head for a head, a soul for a soul
A sacrifice to propitiate the gods
For the sins of the elders
Who have invited the diviner
Who cast the divination beans?
What would the earth say
When told of the sacrifice
To come from generation to generation
A head for a head, blood left on the tarmac
A soul for a soul, conscience left in the vaults
The diviner afraid of the truth
Elders afraid of their sins?
Tufia !!
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