Hear the banging of the wood on wood deciding a life, br a living, br or is it just voicing the path of righteousness or re-offending to be br undertaken in a month, a year, a millennium? br chosen by the twelve nobodies or are they br somebodies br high up on twelve pedestals, br THE WORLD br they've seen it all yet don't know how to look, br a future rests in br cupped grimy hands.