Thursday, 8 January 2009

Homage to Ince

Once they came to you, in their shroves
Why they stopped, nobody knows
Their chief departed, their King dethroned
Never forgotten, but now alone

Your trust was broken by hate and spite
Your one chance taken, for not being white
I yearn for you to rise again
Lest you suffer forever, this torment and pain

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