Do not let my thoughts turn that way br That on this hot oppressive day br Where blood is blasted in the streets br Where men I've loved are bloodied meat; br Their hammered breaths on parched caked lips br Their brown stained crusted finger tips br Have lost their play and all for naught br The standng asking why we fought? br Honor red carrion in the street, br Where is the life we once held sweet? br Turn not my howls to insurrection br Our lives were spent in misdirection.