See the crows with bloody beaks

that pluck the tongues

through which truth speaks

 

See the men with bloody tongues

that strikes out truth

were e’re it comes

 

See the scribes with words writ wrong

who care not where

their ink comes from

 

See the eyes that welcome blight

that fills their soul

yet steals their sight

 

See all this yet carry on?

you’ll have no voice

when all is gone.