Tune of the unjust;
the long song.
Drawn out to lash the weak,
and praise the strong.
Heavens, no!
What ever could go wrong?
When anger stirs,
in the maddening throng.
Sing for me then,
lashing with your fist.
Grab my hair, my throat,
my thighs, my wrist.
But you can't undo me,
no matter how you insist.
I am here, always,
and always I persist.
-o0o-
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