Ringa Ringa Roses, pocket full of guns
The fingers of common folk and the blood of errant nuns!
The cries of little children and the wails of battered hoes
The numbing sound of death in the twang of violent bows!!
History thou must repeat
Cuz’ we will never learn!
Thy tyrannies we await over and over
Till there’s no one left to bear the pain you inflict!!
Ringa Ringa roses, pocket full of guns
The fingers of common folk and the blood of errant nuns!
A town bleeds in silence, as its sons and daughters burn
History thou must repeat, even if it’s out of turn!!
Madistry of mads never ends,who cares who cries till our own..
ReplyDeleteIts true..
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