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BLOOD SOILED HANDS

Tracy told me about it but I could not believe

She told me of the late-night screams

And of the police that hardly ever showed up

If they ever showed up it was too late to act

She said that the wails kept her wake all night

That the children would not quiet too

 

She felt stranded and lost in the mist

This cold world that had lost its vision

Last night she called me with a trembling voice

She was afraid that she would never hear the wails again

That the cry for help had been silenced

Tracy said that there was a shrill and a loud quiet

The cries ended too soon

But the quiet could not let her sleep


She was right, I woke up with my hands blood-stained

I wish I had said or done something

I should have spoken against domestic violence

I should have just said it

I should have done something

Blood was on my hands just as the late police

Nothing would wash this one away

But I promised my soul not to wait for another stain


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