Leaving Babylon

Can you feel the pain of their seething rage
upon the hate-filled deeds
like words of blood writ, on a burning page
scribed while America bleeds.
The broken dreams of a broken society
fallen at the feet of the dead
lost to the cancer of redefined propriety
with only race hate ahead
Too late, too late for the lost and the gone
too late for freedom’s ire
lost to the bloody streets of a new Babylon
bloodlust beyond the wire
But the breath of a man is the breath of a man
ignorant of irrelevant skin
Mankind began where all mankind began
becoming from where we begin

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