How much, how soon?
Aye, there's a thought
Especially at the crack of noon
After what mourning brought.
The heyday of the Panthers was brief,
Many members deeply disturbed
In a graveyard of disbelief
Of a monocromatic word.
How much, how soon?
Quite an indictment
In the light of the moon
You can feel the excitement.
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