When’s held with all-consuming zeal
As in a case of execution,
Is that we lose our balance wheel
When figuring what’s good and evil
Until we’re lost in times primeval
When penalties of death were forced
And left no grounds to be discoursed.
But now the state inflicts the slaughter;
But only if you’re black or poor
Without the money to demur.
And so it seems that we still dodder
In times primeval, once again,
When human beings were barely men.
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