the-nowhere-kid

should the priests and soldiers learn just what pain their work has brought we might watch their faces burn with the effort of plain thought for one moment of straight time they might feel the hottest fire admit truth of cause and crime do what justice would require no they turn their faces blank utter once more the sweet lie then they stand there rank on rank wishing that we all would die if those crows and ravens see what will happen by and by a great shout of liberty would become their final cry yet they'll close both eye and ear pray the tide will never come think that rescue still is near and not add the total sum