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Your words will betray you

We’ll find you out

In saner times condescended to

Now the poison in their blood

The quarantine determined

By a slip of the tongue

You can’t hide

Get in line

Take the test

And fail

Your words will betray you

We’ll find you out

A mere vowel sets you apart

A consonant a mark of shame

The scapegoat bears the load

For acts of god, absorbs the blame

No more

This gift of speech

Blessing

Now a curse

Watch your tongue

Pay the price

“Chuukoen kochussen”

Your words will betray you

We’ll find you out