Post Death Comfort

Twelve days passed, twelve men died
When the sugar wagon rolled by
Living on and passing by the tired mothers tried

Heated high minds, spilt on the plot
The sugar wagons collide
The winners are the losers in the order of the day

What you are asks 'You are?'
In the sugar wagons path
Crush or carry signifies a graft

Auld Nick sat observing
As the sugar wagon broke it's spine
Thinking of the unity



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Jackson
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