Micah W.M. Leo
The Rivers Of Blood
I walk along the Rivers of Blood,
The Rivers tell the Stories of Mankind.
I see man's inhumanity to man,
I see rapes of young girls and old woman.
I see hangings of slaves in the hands of masters;
I see killings of brothers by the hands of brothers.
The Rivers of Blood running wide and deep,
Night after night the Rivers cry and weep.