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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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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
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
a poem about Ferguson
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samy-ounon
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
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