The Land is Bereft!
Oh, the land these days is bereft
Of the sound of bullets left
In the flesh of those butcherers
Who slaughter those innocent infants!
Let that bang again be heard
Putting an end the absurd,
Legalized murder of the helpless;
Make a rope for them a necklace
Who practice murder with liberty
Bringing blood-guilt on the country.
And when that holy wrath comes down,
I don’t want to be around!
And lead my children far away;
Spare them that judgment day!
0900 on 22 June 2022
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