And all our shame
Hangs in the gallows;
The theif,
The rapist,
The murderer.
And all our hate
Hangs from the trees;
The poor white man,
The poor black man,
The poor man in general.
And all our fear
Burns in the fire
The witch,
The black cat,
The sorcerer.
And from the gallows
To the trees
To the rising pyres
There's always someone else to blame
Will the finger ever point back at you? |
Submission Name: And All Our Compassion Is Dead...
