The man who falls
At the hands of thieves
Too crushed to call
For what relieves
The awful pain
He’s not my brother
He’s not my friend
My Dad, my Mother
Or any kin
Let’s make that plain
If I should aid
This stranger here
The trouble is made
Not far, but near
Ill feel the sting
My hands are clean
My conscience, too
I’ve only seen
I did not do
This awful thing
I said a word
And then passed by
I never heard
The mournful cry
I spoke my mind
You take care
Fight your fight
Ill be right here
Into the night
Then, I’ll sleep just fine
The man who fell
Among the thieves
May rot in Hell
If he conceives
My heart as stone
The man who lay
Blood-soaked, broken
What can I say
That’s not been spoken
Leave me alone
You fool! You fool!
Can you not see?
That man is you!
That man is me.
It’s our bloodstain
Tis we who fell
At the hands of thieves
Since he we failed
Who now relieves
Our awful pain?