When the world goes round
It cricks and cracks
Upturning and scattering
Like a hungry earthquake
All its convicted victims.
When the world goes round
It opens every book pages
Dishing out punishment
Like a merciless teacher.
When the world goes round
It marks the righteous faces
As it was on Passover feast
Everyone reaping its fruits.
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