The burning crosses flow through my veins

Alloyed with the remnants of black berets and raised fists

The screens glow with the tide of imminent revolution

 A path marched

Lives disposable

Seen as chattle once again

Ebony boys transformed from innocent to intimidating

Voices silent

Reality denied

More than duality

It is a spectrum

Emotions erased

The role of revolutionary and relater, thrust upon

Past repeated

Battles begun

Strengthen or squash the transmutation of history