Fist raised with words said

tempers flare with blood shed

Hammers pound to nail the cause

trying to control and keep the law

Man with his nature in

a bucket of nails and a heart of sin

A fiery pool and flames that burn

in his mind there is no concern

Power and control is the game

right or wrong it’s all the same

When freedom’s gone with nothing said

the dove that sang has quietly fled

The gem created by God’s loving hand

shows the dark side of fallen man

When will man turn and get it right

and the dove returns in its peaceful flight

Gatewood Woosley