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Anger as sharp as the broken glass burning cars and tear gas every race riot--is the last one a dying culture’s final gasp every decade--yet no one learns and it’s always their own homes they bu
Ushed by a quorum-driven-state machine a nation’s will, cannot be turned memories lost in a nation’s sleep in the dreams of contented sheep can we ever hope to find solutions when our country ha
D the constitution all too wrong to be right the answer’s there, we just lack the sight race wars fed by prejudice and fright the love of a nation for it’s people burned through the night monochr
Lood sport--we never tire so many things feed the fires to repeat history--a world conspires so many years have fed the desires
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