Half Sister

In ancient Palestine a Roman middle manager dresses down a radical
 "I have a backlog of so-called prophets
 You are of a multitude"
 The offender said, "I witness truth"
 Perplexed and filled with pique the jailer replied,
 "truth, what is it?"
 Outside of Darlington 1963 on certain mornings a specter appeared
 In a well-appointed back garden
 Its voice was still heard after the sun had burned away its image
 Consulting physicists and mediums, the man he realized
 It was a relative living a 1000 miles away
 Half sister was thinking of him very poorly on those mornings
 In Northern Michigan there was an incident in winter
 A horse was hit by lightning and began to speak in a foreign language
 When he was finally understood, it repeated, "humans are no good"
 So they shot it behind the shed and stuffed him
 He's now on display as a lesson for the kids to always do your best
 Do your best always
 Always
 Always
 Truth is a colicking horse
 That serves no purpose
 Truth is a babbling prisoner
 You'd rather not kill if they confess
 Truth is the half sister
 That will not be forgotten
 Truth is the half sister
 That will not forgive
 She is trying to reach you
 Trying to reach you