Dynamite, dynamite
Put the light out.
The pigmented ones
for their freedom devout.
Dynamite, dynamite
Douse these flames
Years they have tried,
Converted their names.
Though we are the same
but differently tamed
to put out the fire
is their only desire.
The fuse shortens,
Heat ensues
Fear protrudes.
Douse the flame
before dynamite explodes.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 7:07 AM UTC
Dynamite, dynamite
Put the light out.
The pigmented ones
for their freedom devout.
Dynamite, dynamite
Douse these flames
Years they have tried,
Converted their names.
Though we are the same
but differently tamed
to put out the fire
is their only desire.
The fuse shortens,
Heat ensues
Fear protrudes.
Douse the flame
before dynamite explodes.
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