Little baby doll got a new dress
Pressed with flowers and diamonds
For the high school fest
But the shadow men hunt
Where the glass ball hung
So they tore it to shreds
And left her for numb

A blue mother on the street is weeping
Sweeping ashes of leaving
After a cradle was taken
And the box was a cell
That the man claimed a bell
Could paint it education
When clearly a jail

When 12 kicking boys had entered demise
Their eyes gazed around in goodbyes
As the mouth shut them inside
Now the river is flowing
And noses are blowing
As the ball is aside
And no one is toeing

I stand up and stretch
A page has been ripped
And a brown drop of bean
Gently covered their face
A name is nothing but a headline
And a life but a text

The pig has learned to stand it seems
His seams been tied with newfound peace
So humbly has his weapons been ceased
But how long can this charade now last
The past’s been proven to re-act fast
The southern neighbor bows to no beast
They firmly remember a red borne past