Relief From the Devil’s Spell
How easy it is to point
That finger at our fathers
And rail about their slavery
And all that segregation
While we sit about in ease
Seeking only ourselves to please
Sucking up our comfort and wealth
While the blood of innocents flows.
We click those keys for the “net”
And get our news while we let
Those babies die every day
And what do we have to say?
“I’m busy with things to do!
Got taxes to pay and people to screw!”
Yeah babies die and we sigh
And maybe we even cry.
No. We’re sick and ripe for wrath.
Best to get “saved”; take a “bath.”
Repent and blow those “clinics” to hell.
Get relief from the devil’s spell.
0750 on 29 Jan., 2021
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