We sought the mutant due for lynching, Not a trace was there to find.
I told the others- saw them flinching- "The bastard must have read my mind!"
Related:
I have stripped off my dress; must I put it on again? I have washed my feet;
must I soil them again?
When my beloved slipped his hand through the latch-hole, my bowels stirred
within me [my bowels were moved for him (KJV)]....
WAR
I think Frankie Goes To Hollywood had it right. Put the leaders -
the actual people who've insulted each others' grandmothers or
whatever - in the ring, and let them beat the shit out of each
other....