THE TITLE IS: FOR

For the ones who sit in a prison cell,
They who have sin but are waiting an end,
You give them mercy through a daily Hell,
Now come to your conclusions of opinion and sit in there,
Beside the tears running down a lonely face,
Come up and ride your horse and they are still right there,

For the ones pushed from locker to locker,
They just move through the halls whispering,
And you read and wonder what caused this much hate,
Now come to your conclusions of opinion and sit in there,
Beside the tears running down a lonely face,

For the natures of us all,
Bottle up all your falsehoods,
Take all your bibles and burn them on a high hill,
Warm the depths of all of our hearts at once,
This is all we have,

For the family at its last penny and stealing will feed small mouths,
They are the example of life,
You preach about dealing with what life gives you,
I give you my hate,

For the natures of us all,
Bottle up all your falsehoods,
Take all your bibles and burn them on a high hill,
Warm the depths of all of our hearts at once,
This is all we have,

For the women who asks,
Why is my rape just a part of my life,
Why do I wish you dead?
Why do I wish you dead?
Why do I wish you dead?

For the natures of us all,
Warm the depths all at once,
To the eternity of hanging our heads,
No mercy around here,

©2007, brian c. Williams
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THE TITLE IS: FOR