Can you say
Which way
Down the dusty road
To freedom
Death is easy
When it comes naturally
For Popes, Mullahs
Rabbis, Priests
Sacrificial lambs
Blood on the horizon
Bayonets fixed
In churches of gold
Slogans sung in the park
Girls in flowing dresses
Marching for peace
Streets of Chicago
Whose next to fall
When the frigid wind blows
Through the frozen avenues
Splashed with blood,
Water and hate
A magazine photo of our distraught
woman
Shocked at the lifeless kid
Who needs
Attention
We all do
Down the dusty roads
To freedom
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