The eager hangman waits his turn, to pull the fateful lever!
The crowds gather around, in feverish cheer!
The guilty are paraded; naked and neutered except for their
noose
The nation watches and sneers as the board beneath creaks!
As the heads of these perverts are finally hanged in shame
The legs and all, tremble and thrash around
As the six men finally hang there, limp and lifeless!
But tell me dear friend is this the end?
Six rotten apples in a failing orchard
Getting rid of them, will it save the crop?
Six black threads in a mis-woven yarn
Can plucking them, correct the fabric of society?
Looking outward, outside the window it’s easy to spot
extremes!
But who else but you, can see the rotting within?
Blame as a game is easy; and hatred can seemingly give you a
clean coat
With Disgust you can
distance yourself, and with anger let loose,
You can even bring the city down!
But this way friend, who are you fooling?
You gather as crowds, motivated by fear
But when it comes to vote, will you all still stand up?
You condemn inequality, while you flaunt your wealth
You condemn violence, while you go about your business with
arrogant aggression
You condemn rape, while you blatantly pursue your lust
You claim equality for women; but you bulldoze your way with
chauvinism
Yet you condemn society;
while you still live as you please
Tell me dear friend; Are you truly different from those six
men?
If you can see the hurt and deprivation behind the vandals
of violence
The terror within the anger; the hopelessness within carelessness
If you can see the
desperation within selfishness; and the oppression behind aggression
You too can see the city burning! You too can see the world
with Love!
Now that your heart is filled with love and compassion!
Tell me dear friend! Can you can see the six dried up trees in a
drought hit forest
Can you see that all the trees drying! Can you feel the dry
earth beneath your ground?
Tell me dear friend! What else can we do but pray for the
shower of Love!
