Compeling Leather's

At what cost rags to riches splashing blind falling in trenches Cladding poor country king’s taking the life of the owner Will they come for yours Clicking to social dictated schemes They march no more They walk no more They dance no more Millions of shoes entreated better they where kept out of the weather Maybe to be a S.S. belt, sheath or hat maybe a child will walk Unknowingly a mile in my shoes the Lord knows their destiny Like high leathery hills in store kept so many feet out of the weather Carnivorous minds eat up my people for my rags they contemplate They lie in wait if they would have asked I could have given Two miles to late the atrocity millions of leathers They march no more They walk no more They dance no more