Black Lives Matter
One down is what started it all.
Gone in a matter of minutes,
Like the empire. They fall.
No one really knows unless they're in it.
Draw! Fire!
Next thing you know,
Your head's on a pyre.
Blood at the hands of peacekeepers.
Little did we know,
So many would be weepers.
! Draw
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