Josephine DixonBanks

(Danbury, Connecticut)

God's Gunna Work it Out


As the bombs shattered people’s entrails
The screams of horror did not assail
Organized violence against humanity

Blood ran thru streets like frightened children
But the children are smeared all over
Freedom is not as free as War-Spilled Blood

But have no fear
God’s gunna work it out here

Women and children being brutally raped
By aids infested soldiers
Decapitation elation
War-cry copulation
Victorious assassination

But have no fear
God’s gunna work it out here

Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2005
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