To the priest in his cage who forgives all the rage,
To the unfaithful woman with the rope in her face,
To the beaters and cheaters, abusing believers,
To broken politicians and crooked corporate leaders,
To the girl with closed eyes told in two months she'll die,
To the father and mother who can't save her life,
To the gentleman who knows no sin and lacks propriety,
To the clergymen convicting sin and clinging to legality,
To the thief in the cell and the whore on the floor,
To those I admire, look up to, adore,
To the liars, critics, drunkards amiss,
TO THE SCENE WITH THE CROSS ON THE SASH ROUNDED CHEST!
WE ARE FREE!
