That dog won’t hunt;
But a pigeon will fly.
And the voice will speak;
What it sees with the eye.
The day of reckoning is about to come.
We’re no longer caught
By the tongue of the dumb.
The phone is in the hand,
And The finger doth speak.
It’s a new season and it’s a new day.
Things are gonna change;
That’s what we say.
Passing the buck is going to cease.
The truth will find its release.

Margarett Inez Bates