A March for rights, Crushed by the 'law'
Women and children marred by the tragedy they saw,
Lives ruined and blood on the street,
A fight for equality now seems bitter sweet,
our man stand tearful, a town in disrepair,
Can we really be ruled by this savage state,
Who take by force whats not given on a plate,
Rest ye people who were shot down,
In a tragic civil rights movement in our wee town,
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