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
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010
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