I hear weeping
back of the quarters
they catch someone
they cut him
and the dogs be on him
John wash the dogs
they blood on the dogs
and their feet
and their mouths
I wish I somewhere
so far away
never know this day
I think I know
who they catch
no one say to me
but I feeling
so so low and empty
what good is love
when this can happen?
where is God
they say love me
why God not
kill them all?
I crying too
just don't show
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