Wretch

Chews the fat with his creator Over breakfast in the sunlight Through when he says grace, When he says grace, he feels enveloped like a shadow There are evenings when this decimated world of movement, colour, form, Is thin and getting thinner When lights are dim and getting dimmer when nights are grim and they're only getting, Only getting grimmer As they barter their boulders and martyr their soldiers, Teach a man to tear her fucking head from her goddamn shoulders Held into the sun by the threads of her hair, They impart a secret hatred from their fathers to their heirs Suppressed and unaddressed the simple fact remains unspoken, In silence left unbroken, on a bed bound and gagged With culture, language, myth and law: our Goddess gave birth to your God From a wounded womb where her flesh scarred and raw Our Goddess gave birth to your God --- Wretch - Protest the Hero