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If not for hands and feeling I would have been blind, just a women being led by her lover
Summer had come and wrenched out the sweet smells of earth from the dirt
Flowers had long bloomed over
"Liberty and Justice for All",
or so they say.
These words seldom ring truthfully
Every time
I try to love my nation
Another black teenager shot dead in the street,
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Baltimore is forever rampaged by riots.
Violence fuels thier vengence, if that is what it takes.
Violence in the white cop, Violence in the black teen.
As we sat in the car
in the midst of evening rush hour
we spoke of the riots going on downtown
"Yeah I'm glad the blacks are protesting,
peaceful or not, they should let out their anger."