Drip drop drip drop
the rain so falls heavy down,
Harder harder into the mud
spinning through time you drown,
Drip drop drip drop
sounds like marching,
From their homes their lives
their loves departing,
Marching through
time,
Running down
the line,
Hit pause
and spin rewind,
Another place
trace lines,
Arcing backwards
past times,
Time stops
rewinds,
Fields of red
fields of red,
All those men
so many dead,
Bloody battles
sparks fly,
Burning arrows
across the sky,
Clang of sword
and shield clash,
War cry
armour crash,
Chieftains warriors
barbarians men,
So many so different
all the same but then,
The hungry cry
of injustice fight,
Hunters prey
right through the night,
Picking fighters off
one by one,
Their goal objective
make the other undone,
Chains that bind
whips slash,
Guns go off
bodies fall so rash,
Innocent words
called liar liar,
Bodies burn
callously set on fire,
Defining moments
encapsulated in time,
Consequences spin along
run through the trace line,
And now here in the present
man against man,
So many injustices
wheres this promised land,
Fighting and riots
march protest in the street,
Your colour your creed
Shouldn’t define who you meet,
Its just the colour
of your skin,
But I saw that girl with bleach
thinking she’s a sin,
We are all equal
we all are the same,
Bigoted people
have you no shame,
Look what your doing
push your narrow mindedness on the young,
Do not make them
what you have become…
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