Lyons Road
Lyons Road
And we beat the slaves
and we were beating and whipping them
and whipping and beating them hard
without mercy
then one day while I was beating the slaves
one turned around that looked like me
so I beat him the hardest of all
for he said, "One is comming to set us free"
my reaction sceamed
we are saved by greed!
then I cried
for one walked up wealthier than I
and I knew
that it was my turn to bleed
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2010
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