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The Irony


Hands up don't shoot
Our words are meaningless

We protest
It's seen as grotesque

We can never do no right, we're always wrong

Ungrateful

Ignorant

Disgraceful

They say we don't care about our own race because we kill each other

Some can't accept people because of their different lovers

Why do victims get hit with the blame when it's the oppressors who are insane playing with our livelihoods like it's a game like we're beasts who need to be tamed

If I try to find importance within my group, they'll get offended

They say we're all equal, they pretended

They can't adhere to the words on a paper that they value so much.

The irony

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