I said I’d show them
To not pounder innocence
People of creed dark past untrue
Bearing a name to which they respond
Yet foreign to its profundity
Meaning or history, they know not verity!
If ’twas revealed
Their name, how cursed be;
What would it alter to these?
Oh senseless beings!
Betrayed by blood
A scapegoat trampled
Youth stifled,
Will suppressed
O wretched souls
Divine escaped thee?
The world corrupt thee?
Repent! O pity!
Written 07-2013
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 