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Hong Kong China crunchclash of ideologies—iron mixed with clay . . © 2019 Mark Toney.  All rights reserved.
“When the looting starts, the shooting starts.” Walter Headley, 1967 “The past is not dead. It is not even past!”
Decisions By :Kyndal Griffin   Decisions, Decisions There are many decisions one can make,
A scourge of white rats Foul, diseased Intent on destroying everything in their path And the Pied Piper that leads them plays songs of evil They have been waiting... Watching. For years
A riot is the language of the unheard The unheard wants justice Law making is the language of the ruthless The ruthless cannot be trusted   Our government is very corrupt 
  What do I see in the land of the free and the home of the brave?   Fat minds grow restless, fed stories of the hardship and challenge of older days. Pride blooms like a plague in the hearts of the prosperous.
Scarecrow and lion Tin Man too Side by side All in awe Too much dust Not enough water Covered up truths Buried under evil
My identity is being erased Slowly dissolved until all that’s left, Is social debate and controversy   I am dismantled, disfigured, disgraced You stomp on my dignity And make jokes of my body  
We want to see these black boys fly Cops rather see these black boys die Unarmed, non voilent, minding theirs
What are we doing?....What have we become?   We’re just gang banging…   Lampin’: Hanging out under a street-light, on gangsta turf waitin’ for a Ghetto Star: A top street drug dealer
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