Lesser Known Saint

09. John Hancock

From the album New Years Project


Name the price for your head — what my country deems your life is worth
Speak your final words, as you are officially pronounced worthless
Written away with a stroke of my pen.

Your humanity exists to serve as my commodity

And you would trade all you own to somehow right this wrong
But it will take more than you for me to right my wrong

No support — for those who fight back
Against the control imposed upon you
Break under my weight

I decide for which you stand
This life in your idle hands

Dismiss the sound to fall in – to let this go
To rig this outcome

This is not privileged to eat your fill and make your waste
I will not falter until I’ve written you away


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