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Yesterday, justice was raped for pricking their bluff
And truth had it's eyes ripped off
Lest it bears witness to the sins which
They'd left bare without atoning for with a stitch.

A dog who never barks
They'd rather hail and make king
And a tree without a bark
Is absolutely befitting.


Tell tomorrow, it's expectations
Might have been drained of hope
And left bare without a bastion.
It just might be left to mope

Homes have withered like flowers;
The fight for right is the new order.
Tell yesterday to tell tomorrow
Times have changed.