Can you hear the fear in a dripping tear, who shall shy
from fools who lie, when their hate reply, let them cry.
They can’t concealed their racial ills, those pending
bitter pills, pushing some to kill, true hatred is revealed
That chill the freezing cold water’s sting upon unprotected
flesh, when the weary can’t deny, this fight will not subside
when hope and pride collides what’s washing up in the tide
that gathering storm will darker days be the new norm
that expectant sense of pending harm, now the cussing of dawn.
Fools lost in the weeds, those damning deeds who’s to bleed
failure or success its claim or distress, that’s hatred at its best
This fight will never rest.
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