Apr 2018
The masters with whip in hand
Shall ring it like a bell.
On the slave's bloodied flesh,
It chimes and echoes
and sings softly,
into the free winds:
Shame,
Shame,
Shame.
Shall ring it like a bell.
On the slave's bloodied flesh,
It chimes and echoes
and sings softly,
into the free winds:
Shame,
Shame,
Shame.
Oct 2016
