we are lost.

January 21, 2021

We are lost,

divided one nation under god.

With liberty and justice for caucasian males.

we want change.

Guns drawn on me,

laying on the cement.

Knee on my neck,

"I CANT BREATH"!

No silence no peace,

riots in the streets.

Thinking all night,

i can barley sleep.

Two hundred and forty one days ago,

we lost a innocent human.

We need to change now,

we are lost.

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