You are cowards.
Hiding behind words of false wisdom.
You are no better than
The baby killer you set free,
With your twisted logic
And sickening cliché irony.
Why is it that when
A wrong is committed upon your heads
You remember scripture
And ‘an eye for an eye’ can be heard from your lips
As your battle cry
But when that eye has been plucked from a dark skinned face,
‘An eye for an eye’
Makes the whole world blind?
Well, Mother sa-re-The
Maybe the world sees a little too much
I was told that Justice was blind
But that story isn’t true
Justice has her eyes and 20/20 vision
But in her chest there is a hole
Because her heart is missing.
I really think I understand
You just didn’t want to dirty your pretty little hands.
But didn’t you know, Pontius?
You may not have pulled the trigger
But neither did you punish the hands that did
Your hands are just as bloodied as his
As those that sent the bullet that stopped a young heart
You can wash and wash and wash, like Lady Macbeth
You can scrub and scrub and scrub, like Blue Beard’s wife
But everyone knows that even OxiClean
Can’t remove the reddest red stains
Your hands will be red till Judgment Day.