This is not a full stop
No, I mean, not a FULL stop
There may have been a half stop
But, that is not the bus stop
Waking and walking Each day
On the street of prejudice
With birds of painted feathers
Hatching on our beds
Hatching fox's and owls and bears
Hatching vultures
Bringing lives to their full stops
I mean, FULL stops
But, there is nev'r a full stop
Where there is not a pulse-stop
All I'll do is stand, walk to a shop
Look to the top
Ask "what's up?"
No, they don't know what's up
I will just stop
Take two bottles of lac'sera
Give one to serah
Daughter-in-law to Terah
Then, We Move!