The Colour of Satan
The Colour of Satan
When lawyers go to church, you let me win.
When priests ask my blessing, you let me in.
When politicians lie, you let me sin.
When lawyers mess up, who do you blame?
When priests hurt boys, who gets the shame?
When race kills race, I am the flame.
When politcs fail, the poor get the rain.
How long will you kill them?
The lesser and meek?
you who curse me for the plight of the weak
I sit down here quietly,
And watch you above.
You do my work for me with the hate you call love.
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