by Dennis Williams

Just one soul 
to save the city 
just one soul 
to save the town
they couldn’t find any holy 
so they burn the city down.
Yes they burn it, they burn it, they burn the city down.

The angel they were willing 
to change the holy plan 
and so they search the city 
and couldn’t find one 
so they burn the city down 
Yes they burn it, they burn it, they burn the city down.

A search of the city 
was a search all in vain
so they burn the wicked city 
and they’ll burn it once again.
 Yes they burn it, they burn it, they burn the city down.

Not one hand 
when it was needed 
not one hand 
when it cared
they could find no holy 
so the city wasn’t spared 
so they burn the city 
yes they burn it 
yes they burn it 
they burn it to the ground. 

Dennis Williams is an urban poet with a rural mind. He reads poems for fun and writes them for a living. His pen is his weapon, and the paper is his tool. He appreciates poets and never misses the opportunity to read their work. He never stops writing poetry, because he believes that persistence will win in the end.