Desperate Men

CHARLOTTESVILLE

Desperate men cry “blood and soil!”
Slouching forward, torches in hand,
Desperate men cry “blood and soil!”
As though this truly is their land.

Desperate men cling to ages dark,
Their hands grasping at the air.
Desperate men are not noble
And they act from basic fear.

Desperate men are by freedom threatened,
By others’ existence, they feel confined.
Desperate men: cut from the same cloth
That renders Justice blind.

 

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