Yellow Belly

You were built for blessing

but you only make them bleed

but you don't care.

And bruises are but shadows of the blackness that you breed

but you don't care.

The light that's left inside their eyes is darkened day by day

but you don't care.

Your presence pulls the color from the world

'till all is grey

but you don't care.

No

you don't 'cause you are less than half a man

yellow belly and crimson hands.

You will one day reap your reckoning

and maybe then you'll understand.

Your hands were made to comfort

but they only conjure fear

but you don't care.

And she's in the closet praying

"Lord

please get me out of here

" but you don't care.

What mercy have they known from you

to ask that it be shown to you?