Charleston glean,6-17
Race war admittance, it can't be seen
A curious remittance, a smithereen
For the Last Rhodesian, what's it mean?
Roof under a sacred roof
Eleven down and nine would die
Suicide try, it would not be
Triggered mind, all that reacts
What's best for the Power and the greed?
Kill us all? Let us breed?
Another mother, someone or other
Brass Command, his chief or brother
Manhunt stand on Route 74
Elantra reach - no conflict, nor
Eyes of darkness, sleep deprived
Confederate flag, or live.45
Was he just the only one?
Can't just ride a thunderbolt
Cry out 'oh, calamity! '
The vile and the vanity! '
The new wound from an aging scar
Our silence raised the wieldy bar
To disarm man for the tyrant door
This cyclone ride to civil war
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