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* Cattle On Calvary
Warm in the jailhouse in Brownsville, asleep A bootful of liquor he borrowed He dreamed he was colored and waiting to meet The rich man drawing tomorrow Head full of cotton, the scent in his mouth White coat of paint on the steeple Sharp pins and needles, he cursed as he woke The smug, sleeping town and its people Sheriff Brown bit through his tongue When he shot out the black boy he thought was stealing Churches burned on the hillside like cattle on Calvary Frightened and thirsty The river swelled up until the valley could feel Its moving like meddling fury Brown asked the creek why the Lord had to steal His horse, his house, and his baby Grasping for branches while floating downstream Scared, unfamiliar, and stranded Jumped on a dog, broke its neck on a tree His feet all but once again planted Sheriff Brown bit through his tongue When he screamed like a soldier for justice and mercy Churches burned on the hillside like cattle on Calvary Frightened and thirsty Brown left the jail for a bar across town The street where the weight left his shoulder He walked through the door, finding no one around But Jesus, in a booth in the corner Brown rubbed his eyes, turned his radio off Seeing, but far from believing Jesus stood up, and with a thick southern drawl Said, "Brown, I'm the nigger you're seeking" Sheriff Brown bit through his tongue When he strung up the savior on a hook on the ceiling Churches burned on the hillside like cattle on Calvary Dumb of their freedom
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