Canyons

A fence. A field. A desert sea.
A Bag. Two Feet. A land of free.
The children's voices echo high.
When pulled from the canyons in the night.
Outside a cage of sorrow a white devil walking free.
A killing floor for children, seven deep.

A street of fear. A crowd appears.
A neck. A plea. A sadists knee.
The pulse is fading out of light.
A lynch mobs trophy hanging high.
Out on the silent gallows, a sparrow singing free.
I feel the fires burning deep in me.
I see the horsemen riding across the setting sky
over the mountains where the streams run dry.

I hear the spirits calling. A smoke blots out the sky.
An unmarked grave for all the stolen lives.



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Writer(s): Marco Delgado
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