Only We Know
Only we know...
The stranger did not start the fight today.
New man in town, come looking for a job,
he prayed for God to take the gang away.
He’d find some digs, a place to plan and stay,
but found himself confronted by the mob.
The stranger did not start the fight today.
Demanding cash and cards they barred his way.
When blows were thrown by devil-snarling yob
he prayed for God to take the gang away.
They classed him as a thing that they could slay
in mindless hate, a cur to beat and rob.
The stranger did not start the fight today.
Their feet and fists flew frenzied in the fray.
In fear he fought and felled a drunken slob.
He prayed for God to take the gang away.
Now, left alone with corpse as cold as clay,
a figure kneels, still choking on a sob.
The stranger did not start the fight today.
He prayed for God to take the gang away.
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