Hakuku # 6


But , Mercy, Mercy, time must heal all da Sins washed away like fish into the filthy fucking sewers
Mumbai and Kinchasa, the beggars on the beach watching them sizzle, the righteous anger off all heaven watches in Grandstands awaiting da
The hopeless believers, the underground miners. The Chicken herders of Kentucky, the Elephant Ranchers in Timbuktu, The Copper sellers of