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Ferguson

She cries heavy, his death is the storm. Nice thought for a revolution?

Peacekeepers weather blackened raindrops. The blood of revolution

The neo-KKK is Kops Killing Kids, Kops Killing Kids, Kops Killing Kids

Protect-me-not – dear officer – S.W.A.T-light vigil. Mothers of revolution

Hard blasts in the ear, sound of life and blood. You swore oath to God

Out of window’s lips, stood still the night that calls for this revolution

“Fuck twelve!” Sweat together – move the line – make it continue

Bullet… down, bullet… down, bullet… down, bullet…. down. Revolution!

The Silver-line in that kiss is the breath of love – spotlight the busted glass

And we will hold dear that child that the future will never have. Revolution