Black Sun

My sons, my sons are killing

And on the run.

My son, my sons, your mother’s cry

You cannot begin to realize the way

You bring tears and heartbreak to their eyes

Please stop, says your mother!

Please stop says your brother!

Please stop says your father!

When will you stop this crazy  mime

Black-on-black crime is not a rhyme.

Where did it start brother killing brother?

When will it stop

This black-on-black crime.

A mother’s son

Killing another mother’s son

And on the run

 Running towards the black sun

Steady on the run

Carrying that gun

Killing some mother’s son    

           

When will you stop this crazy mime

Black-on-black crime is not a rhyme.

Where did it start brother killing brother?

No matter when it started the question is?

“What have you done?

The voice of your brother’s blood

is crying out to Me from the ground (Genesis 4:10).

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