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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