Friday, March 29, 2013

Empty Hands

He rode into town on a white horse

With nothing in his hand

He came to gather his people

And take them to their promised land

When he came, he knew there would be bloodshed

But still no violence made his plans

He came to fight in a battle, with no guns or money

But with his empty hands


They said, "hey boy, what you looking at"

As they eyed his dreaded mane

He said,

"My Father has sent me, I've come back to reclaim,

The children whose hearts were so whole and pure

Now it's you who'll die in pain"

So they lynched the man, who fooled the world

And all the children gathered

In his empty hands

                                 -Lenny Kravitz



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