His dignity they from him stripped
and tied him to a tree.
Left beaten, battered, pistol whipped,
my God! How can it be?
How can I love the ones that hate
the brother of a friend?
It was his life that they did take;
my heart they daily rend.
Who gives to men the right to thieve
the life from one of us?
Is it not God who has to grieve
when one returns to dust?
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