Please tell our lord, the king's good
friend,
that His Holiness came today and
confirmed:
the crop of sinners is ripe again.
Tell him, his reapers stand ready.
They wait to be told which hands to
cut,
which tongues to slash, which fields to
burn.
They want to know the names of the
doomed.
They should be told which woman to
stone,
which child to impale on a virile man.
They wait to learn the names of the
killers
who must receive the benefit of the
doubt,
and the innocents who should be
hanged?
But tell our lord to bear in mind
this one request:
he must always give verbal orders;
writing only causes headaches. |
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