I could do all my desired things
Enforce all my desirable decisions
Anything, everything
Through the power that empowered me
To do anything
Everything
Under the sun
Without fear of persecution
Of prosecution
By a future, hostile power
I could say all my say
All day long
Anything, everything
I could say all, my own way
Under the freedom of my speech
Under the supreme liberty of exemption
From the existing Sanhedrin
I could pull down what was put up
But I never could put up
What I pulled down
I shouted them down
“Put up, or shut up
You naysayers
You Sanballat
You Tobiah”
I could dig a hole to a full hole
To fill a hole
A whole pit in place of it
I could make a hole lie in wait
The whole day
Since the beginning of the eight
Till the time of exit at the eight
Under the power of a pledge
Under the power of a hollow, hallowed vow
I could drive the excavator
To dig the other hole to the Riverside
I could dig the other hole
To meet the banks of the river
To change the colour of water
To the colour of Mercury
To smile all the way to the Golden Bank
Under the watching eyes of the other ranks
And the presiding authority
I could kill to steal
And still seal the deal
Anything, everything
In the bright, broad daylight
Under the powers that happened to be
Under an excellent clearing agency
Under the selective clearing regime
I could add salt, even to injury
I could add insult, even to perjury
Under the banner of impunity
Under the cover of unlimited pack of immunity
I could assault the judge in his jurisdiction
I could assault the journalist at his duty post
I could assault the people in a protesting procession
All at what cost?
All at life’s cost
Under the culture of silencing the most
II
With Unanimous S.C.
With Unanimous Supreme Cover
Man, I was covered!
