"The Devil Didn't Do It"
The rounding up of bodies starts
The bright hills and sun are level
Ninety souls curse the fire seen
In the name of The black Devil.
The herders bring their people in
Those slaves march to the dragons lair,
The herders sleep is sweet and deep
For, dost thou blame the dragon there?
The jail-keep cannot be the blame
For all the errs of those who're damned
The dragon's teeth are innocent
For all the wrongings of a man.
Down in the prison known as Hell
The devil takes his souls with glee,
But can you call him evil if,
The terror was not done by he?
Let generations know that when
The Devil sparks his ghastly flame
Their parents march to lion's den
But for their wrong, he's not to blame.
Those who say the devil's hand makes
The heart twist evil, judgment take
I say on Earth there never grows
So rash an oak tree from a rose.
As when the birds begin to weep
And the stream collects it all
Then the trees will get no sleep
If the Devil blinks at all.