Evil persist upon the Earth;
Those left in the desolate places,
Those that are down trodden,
Are still not allowed rest .

What then is the essence of persecution,
Seeing no more glory shades it's victims.
Then effrontery helplessly cries for help,
Seeing the downtrodden need fear no fall.

I know a man in the Niger area;
He was sentenced by hanging:
And even when his body lie lifeless,
Chemical was still administered to further torture same.

So I asked again,
What is the essence of persecution
When the sheep are down?

© charleswhowha