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Not a Riot

Tears and cans of pop, tear gas and the police

Races and arms, the backdrop of the arms race

When I close my eyes to respect the dead

All I see is red

 

Races and arms, the backdrop of the arms race

Tear at your textbooks for a page colored in peace

All I see is red

Breathe in the brackish scent of stagnant air

 

Tear at your textbooks for a page colored in peace

Is there never peace at no human expense?

Breathe in the brackish scent of stagnant air

Exhale whispers of hope to break up the despair

 

Is there never peace at no human expense?

Must there be blood to see red?

Exhale whispers of hope to break up the despair

I let them encase victims of ceaseless attacks

 

Must there be blood to see red?

When I close my eyes to respect the dead

I let them encase victims of ceaseless attacks

Tears and cans of pop, tear gas and the police

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Written by
samy-ounon
American
Published
Oct 6, 2014
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a poem about Ferguson

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