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 burn crushed 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 has sold 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 its people burned through the night monochrome blood 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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